we're blogging at a bar
I am slurping my drink like I am going to the electric chair
We dont have to go to dinner or anything gay like that. I just wanna do it.
I absolutely love you.
theres still like 7 beers in the gutter from the roof party we had last night. i dont know how we got up there. but we need to get those beers down.
Just did it in a room with glowing stars to Peter Gabriel's down to earth on shrooms. This is like god
Everyone at work loved my story about sobering up in a river with no bra on.
I like that you're Jewish, because you can rail me on Christmas Eve and it won't be weird.
T minus 20 hours until we forget our names, find some city cowboys, and g&t into the night.
Also I'm eating leftovers with a pair of bullet removal forceps (unused) because I don't have a fork.
I need you to go into my room and get some pants then bring them and four band aids to Sam's apartment no questions
I don't suppose you have a recipe for a cocktail made of bitter resignation, regretting everything, poor life descisions and deep-seated self-loathing?
skyped with him for 45 min in the bath while i shaved my legs. new level in the relashionship
I just used a coke ridden $20 bill to buy Girl Scout cookies
i dunno dude, he took his shirt off and is rubbing jello shots on himself. i think he's done
The night went downhill somewhere between the time I was triple fisting smirnoff and when I was throwing up in the yard in nothing but my bra while he talk to me about mashed potatoes
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