i just threw up in front of the washington monument. such a scenic puke.
You watched "From Justin to Kelly" and sang along to more than half of the songs. I didn't know whether to laugh or to be insanely frightened that you knew almost all the lyrics.
I full on slapped a girl with pizza. Like in the face with sauce splattered everywhere and grease with a hard slap to the face.
I traded my shirt for vodka. I wonder if my parents can pinpoint where they went wrong raising me.
no one could get around him on the stairs cause he surrounded himself with all the empties he could find, he said he was building a fort. then he passed out on them.
I'm mumbling to people and trying not to accidentally shit my pants
crossing my fingers that hitting golf balls off my pourch was a dream and not something that actaculy happened
He is stood at the top of the stairs nursing the stolen cat
I've decided I'm going to drink again. More. Day drinking. Night drinking. Everything. It's the responsible thing to do since I'm not pregnant
I'll be visiting the rave tower. Prepare your finest boxed wines for my consumption.
I can't tell if I'm still on the hangover from last night, or if I'm experiencing the one from tomorrow, because it was so powerful that it actually traveled back through time...
Due to this morning's events my new porn name is Reepa Nipplov.
What did we do lastnight that resulted in a $1,896 charge on my credit card with a $2,000 limit
I gotta stop fucking the bouncers. We are running out of bars to go to.
is it still considered wake n bake if you wake up at 2 pm?
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