Myspace is for pedophiles and tweakers in the 818 trying to hook up. I always forget theres music there too
went to library to start paper due tomorrow & took those orange addys u gave. now realizing they were ur xanax. completely fucked and going to fail, but calmly at peace with the situation.
All I wanted to tell you is that I fucked a guy covered in fake blood, who circumcised himself.
Party priorities: alcohol > girls > music > cups > decorations
Like if I don't roll around in my puke, the night will be a failure.
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
Depending upon how the Sox game progresses, I'll either cry on the bar or fuck someone tonight...
He goes "sorry was at the gym. Some of us workout " and I wanted to text him back and go "well some of us do occasional drugs so we don't have to"
I WAS JUST SITTING HERE BEING SNIFFED BY ODD WOMEN FOR A SOLID 5 MINUTES. My face was a twist of utter fear and confusion...
I think that's mostly how we became friends.
Well that, and your desire to put your penis in me.
I left your tip in your mailbox. Last night was amazing.
And then he serenaded me with "Pimps don't cry" from 'The Other Guys'. If that's not love I'm not sure what is
So our annual Dick Trip has been tentatively scheduled for the week of July 1 - 5. This years theme is "Fucking for Freedom".
it's not rock bottom until you fall down an escalator on the way home from a hookup and have to have you dad come pick your drunkass up at 3am. Adulthood.
on a scale from 1 to "can't put a toothbrush in your mouth without gagging" how hungover are you?
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