Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
saw "Pah-jure" lube. Thought of you. Wearing the same clothes to work tomorrow.
I stayed in, ate a pint of Hagen daas and watched a movie about aids. Soooooooo single.
No touching my privates on the ride to school. Pinky swear.
I need to buy a mesh tank top to fit in in Florida. Where do they even sell that shit?
on my arm i have a score card from when we apparently had a competition to see who could harden his nipples fastest..
who won?
THAT is your concern right now?
i think the bruises are from the grocery store. on separate occasions. i've been spending a lot of time drunk at the market lately.
i have a vague recollection of being in the parking deck around 4 this morning, and on monday morning i was naked on the roof.
that would mean it's on tape
And there are taco shells on the ceiling fan
composition of my stomach right now: 60% C8H10N4O2 * H2O (coffee), 20% CaCO3 (pepto bismol/tums), 10% HCl (stomach acid), 5% fried rice, 5% residual adderall. i can do that by percent mass too. fuck you finals.
Why is there a frozen condom filled with water in my freezer?
i just looked in the mirror i look like i'm about to film a PSA about prostitution
I had wine for breakfast at 6am, that's how visiting my parents went.
Well if you don't want to be kicked out before last call don't I would suggest stop drinking whiskey and don't call the giant bouncer with the neck tattoo "princess"
Hurry up I'm getting mooned by a hobo
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
"I mean like shit happens" should never be an excuse for anything
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