Me. At least after what I've been through.
think im gonna go get a six pack before class and sit in the back of the room...
Goose bottles do NOT make good bowling pins
he met me at the airport with a welcome home sign with a grilled cheese, PBR and a blow job on it. i missed america.
maybe almost giving yourself a concussion counter acts a hangover
i'm not sure when i reached "slam my own hand in the door" status but my half attached fingernail is not grateful.
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
I definitely did a line of something I don't know with a Pagan biker. I make good decisions.
Umm... How do I tell my roommate someone shot a speargun through the wall? On a side note, cliff shot a speargun for the first time.
I had sex with a Dutch boy on a rock last night. Happy graduation! x x
The cab driver gave me a church card yesterday and said I should reconnect with god.
Then he gave me 2 tickets to a movie he's going to be in
Only at Harvard can you walk in on a bunch of stoners and expect everyone to immediately stand up, shake your hand and introduce themselves like we're at a fucking job fair
If you've ever wondered what a shitshow is, just watch me at the bar on a Friday. Or Tuesday. Take your pick.
YOU BETTER NOT BE SHAVING YOUR LEGS RIGHT NOW IM TRYING TO HELP YOU
I just masturbated to the thought of him straight up talking to me. to us having a conversation. What the hell.
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