God help me. Come pick me up. The guy told me this is not a hotel and i had to leave.
I decided you couldn't drive after you asked where the time circuits were on your Altima
I wanted to see November 5, 1985
They should make Jack Daniels chap stick
At barnes & noble, drinking beer out of thermoses, lookin legit.
Based on how hungover I feel today, it makes more sense that the bouncer didn't let me in to that bar.
I never kept track of who else he slept with. You think I have the time or the energy to keep track of every dick in my life?
I puked in the revolving door and had to sit down on the escalator. That hungover. It's safe to say people are judging me.
he likes to slap my ass alot untill he missed and hit his own balls poor bastard kept on going.
Its what im here for. Critiquing penis photos.
Also: how drunk is your brother? He just left me a message as batman.
He's acting like I should like him more than vodka and Taco Bell, but I just don't ser that happening.
I'm happily sitting on the toilet cause I'm too tired to move. I'm considering making this my permanent residence. It has a lot to offer.
It's official: I now only own one pair of jeans that I haven't blown the crotch out of. It might be time to put a stop to red wine Wednesdays.
You mean, in addition to red wine every-fucking-days?
You can't go around chasing people and screaming JUST LET ME LOVE YOU. We're in a public place.
There is a dude with blue hair and a samurai sword and another dude dressed as Dead Pool. I daresay standard social conventions are not applicable in this environment.
God... We're terrible. I'm so proud of us.
I know! It makes me feel all warm inside. Or maybe that's just me getting closer to hell.
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