Third unemployed latin in my bed this week. I'm on a roll
my room smells like sperm. sweet.
so stoned i ashed in my jack and coke like 4 times. drinking it anyway
so im kinda of nervous about the whole bust inside event last night
I don't know how this happened but I got an email thanking me for being a Waffle House regular. HOW DO THEY KNOW?? Maybe I need to stop going there shitfaced.
he suggested we appoligize to eachother. then do blow and painkillers & have ourselves a make-up party.
Clearly, I'm already going to hell, so there's no point in trying anymore.
Next test. Underwater blowjob. If you fail...out of water blow job
Im organizing a group to help fondle my shoe. Too many shots dude. Too many.
I'm not saying Tijuana was a bad idea, I'm saying that we make poor life choices. And Steve was robbed by the police.
Just found the last picture of me as a virgin. Framed it.
multitasking: i'm now sitting up and smoking my joint.
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
You made noises. And kept meowing. I have a twenty minute phone call to prove it.
No I feel the same as usual. Mopey with a chance of bitch fits.
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