If this place produced love children they would be born wearing Lilly Pullitzer with raging coke addictions.
she told me her two favorite things were grocery stores and dick.
in the morning i found her name, number and address on one of the empty pizza boxes. also said "ps. if you find my shoes please mail to me."
He called me a "functional alcoholic" like its a bad thing.
It's too hard to jack off and hold an ipad at the same time
they night at the roxbarryed us. came out of nowhere,bought us shots, and then the big one licked my hand? we got out of that noise.
I'm going for high school drunk, you've got 15 minutes to get here.
One of the guys I danced with wanted to give me his number so I convinced him I had a photographic memory and that I would remember it.
Today is a spill-drugs-all-over-myself kind of day.
Best case scenario you died and I melt into poo
I need a conscience and I need it yesterday.
I think my brain has decided it's boycotting life until it can do whatever it wants.
What kind of friend would I be if I didn't make you hate things you once loved?
last night I learned that if you try to buy tacos in this town, that you will be stopped by three cop cars with breathalizers
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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