I just walked into the kitchen and my dad was having this uber serious convo
With himself
If facebook stalking was a job I would totally pown it
I would kind of like a job that starts at 10:30 and i'll work til 7. I'm not very productive in the morning. My main focus is not puking from 9-11.
I just overhead some girl saying that she's trying out for the real world so she has a backup if she doesn't get into teach for america...
some guy just asked me if water gets in a vag when girls take a bath. WTF. it's not a wind tunnel!
He was sitting cross legged outside his tent repeatedly hitting the ground with a hammer and shouting 'this.is.a.good.idea.'
Shes been standing with her arms crossed in front of the mirror for 45 minutes...she told me she's "getting sober"
like a dude with a badge in a golf cart is gunna do shit. Unless he has a tazer. Then it's fair game.
Either I spilled whiskey on my boobs last night or they are fermenting. Not concerned in the slightest
I need to stop getting so excited when a guy unzips his pants and its bigger than my boyfriends. I look like a kid in a candy store.
Whatever. I just smoked another bowl so I don't care and wow I just noticed how fast my thumb moves when I text. I'm amazing.
You said something about how beautiful my pockets were, then walked away.
Yes talking about pockets is classic me.
i may have given a gay guy with a mohawk my number last night that said... "you are straight" omg so glad a whole year til my next birthday... also i hit myself in the face with a car door. nice.
Just made a memo in my blackberry that contains seth's funeral arrangements. I have a feeling he has big plans for the weekend.
I woke up in a bush somewhere in Tucson with a full suit on. Great way to end my birthday.
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