I'm pretty sure I left my reasoning skills at home last night, and just brought anger and rage with me.
Yeah. I hotboxed a windbreaker.
I'm still drunk from last night...I walked out for a cigarette with one of the Janitors here and apparently someone took a shit on the stairs...Which makes me wonder...was that me?
And then somehow we were arguing over how to fold our arms
is cock-oriented a word? I'd say I'm that lately.
Yea it's a sex scar. But if anyone asks I tripped up carpeted stairs
I knew we would be good together when you made me lick jameson off your boob while you screamed along with racks on racks
Little boy scout stared at me with judgmental looks while I bought 3 bottles of liquor but refused to buy popcorn from him
My grandpa is giving me detailed instructions on how to fight a second floor bedroom fire from a ladder on the out side. Just in case
Okay! I've got my sketchbook, my purse, my coat, and a knife hidden in my cleavage. I'm ready for to meet my blind date~
Why are there chunks of your hair in everyones pocket?
I decided to mark my territory.
shes taking the breakup well, i walked in on her naked passed out wearing a turban with a bag of peanut butter choc chips in hand at 5 in the afternoon.
His crazy is a thing to be cherished
And besides a nice relationship, I just really want to get laid damnit
I will not go because I am a man of my word and of my penis.
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