real busy. everything is packed. thats why we ended up at the strip club
Lets get really high and only speak Spanish to each other again tonight
oh yeah I'm gonna practice throwing up so I can be ready for Friday night. and Saturday. Beth is back, diaper and all.
when the lights went off, all i could see was the glowing of the camera light in the closet... i got the fuck out of there so fast.
can we meet up so i can piece together the end of my night? for instance, did i jump or fall into a plant?
Oh, and thanks to you. I'm now stuck in the living room, held hostage, listening to my roommate's "How I discovered I was bi" story. FUCK YOU.
my car smells like vomit and bananas. this can't really be my life.
But for real, I had the best sex of my life on that bunk bed
I'm washing down the sadness with shots of vodka.
He initiated the conversation by sending me a picture of his penis at 4 am
I would pay to watch a Bravo special of you getting Botox.
I might attempt to pee into a cup while driving. I'll let you know how it goes.
I never realized how weird our shower smells until I cracked a shower beer and had a familiar aroma to compare it to.
I have got to stop telling people I was almost a prositute every time I drink
so i put my jacket on last night that you wore last weekend, and reach inside the pockets and find them full of goldfish...
the snack that smiles back:)
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