Let's just have a brief moment of silence for my dignity before we start tonight
is it bad that i think of my life in terms of the sims? like when i'm hitting it off with someone, i really wish a plus sign would appear above my head. and when i throw up from drinking way too much, a minus sign.
the doormen always congratulate him in spanish as he walks me downstairs in the morning
Sorry I wasn't really responding earlier. I was really fucking high and so into that car chase.
Oh i know my limit. 9 shots after i've given blood.
It's official, I've know hooked up with everyone I carpooled with in middle school
At what point did we decide It was a good idea t have a wheelbarrow race in the parking lot?
I sold weed for gas money to get home. I thought that's what college was for.
I look like slutty woodland creatures dress me in the morning. Everybody's got problems.
Your brother slept on my deck. There was a key under the mat. Relapse party success.
I'm two shots in and wandering around Barnes and Noble with $58 in singles.
Like pizza and mermaids make up about 1/3 of my thoughts on the weekends.
I got very very very high last night and bought a cotton candy machine on eBay
he invited me over. we listened to jazz, smoked weed, then cerebrally fucked each other over a three hour game of chess
You don't need yoga. You need a boyfriend! Trust me I've become all sorts of flexible this past year.
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