I'm laying in your front yard are you home
I no longer want to be the gay that plays in the revolving door at RelationshipDale's like a seven year old with a.d.d.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
We had an indepth conversation about his employment at Arbys..
well considering we left the bathroom with the mirror off the wall, a bloody nose, and clothes all messed up they assume im just a coke whore now..
Is asking my 8-year-old brother if he will make us shot glasses in his ceramics class too far?
I'm not holding out much hope. She met me in a nighclub when I was arguing with the cigarette machine
And fyi howling is not an acceptable form of communication.
This tiny Canadian guy just tipped me $20, a piece of gum, and a joint. I wasn't working. He literally tipped me for talking to him.
The brazilian leg lock that the stripper put me in was definitely the highlight of the night
It will be like a scavenger hunt.. only we're looking for places to have sex.
I found out that rock climbing and alcohol does not go together. Ask my broken arm.
I get off at 11. but they've been letting me go early cuz I've been crying a lot
Good new is, my parents are alive. Better news they will be in the hospital all weekend. Best news is im having a house party. All weekend.
Alcohol and I aren't friends right now.
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