Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
i feel so shallow. people in iran are using twitter to write hardcore nathan hale shit about dying for freedom. my last tweet was "i hate the taco shits"
Still at the library. i hate tax accounting so much that i've started calling it potions...
He didn't speak any English, but I think I caught the word turtle in there somewhere.
Why would he say turtle mid-fuck?
I think whatever his name is just puked on the stairs. Just an fyi for the morning. Love you.
apparently there was a flour fight and couch sex...
well apperantly i passed out on the stairs shouting "victory".
Apple trackpads and semen don't mix. On the way to the Apple Store.
she fucked me tho cuz it was her cat's birthday. As soon as we were done she just says "ahhh tequila tuesdays"
Talking to a male stripper. About the LSAT. Only in Vegas.
Did you leave your blow razor here? I need it for crafts.
Maybe I don't remember every single thing... I think there's a hi lighter treasure map drawn on my arm...
I just found it. I hope it leads to food.
I'm sitting next to a ginger. She is decked out in olive green. Gingers fucking love olive green.
I'm still hammered too. I started tweeting the time at one point I'm pretty sure.
and then you proceeded to throw soup at him for calling you a bitch...a CAN of soup...
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