chipotle is closed for thanksgiving... I am officially thankful for NOTHING.
I'm gonna play a drinking game called "Sarah takes the train"
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
all of the sudden, the other guy at the bar who was celebrating his birthday got a super inspired look on his face and then screamed at me ''our parents fucked on the same day!''
I'm trying to find candidates for my winter break hook up. I'm going to hold auditions thanksgiving break.
Strike three, the fat brides maid they call shit puker also has herpes.
Don't think anyone else in the building has a lunchbox full of yay
Hey there's a sandwich in there too!
Another reason why I like dubstep now, it makes me feel even higher than I already am.
Let's go dancing. I wanna sprain an ankle. And a labia. My labia or yours. I'm not picky.
Well right but if we go, he may just disappear for a long time into the unknown with the drag queens.
We're getting paid a considerable amount of money to send each other pictures of our dicks...
I am slightly proud of the fact his mom turns on the dryer located behind the spare bedroom EVERY time we visit!
just because i'm not a monk anymore doesn't mean I need to tell you about my new sex life.
which is fantastic by the way.
"suitors" is just a nice way of her saying "the guys i'm fucking"
I’m really regretting these suede pants.
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