I totally ignored my nose and drank sour milk this morning. The tupid carton said 4/22/09. i puked everywhere..
So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
And hes hitting me with his balls, really hard.
I feel like I spend my weeks apologizing for my weekends.
chlamydia ends and my period begins. this isnt real life
There are paw prints all over my ceiling.
There are too many people on this bus for it to be even REMOTELY okay that I'm wearing a puke covered sweater
Apparently I was pointing at birds and yelling "YOU USED TO BE A DINOSAUR!!!"
There was a stripper pole on the party bus. Was being past tense because some fat chick somehow tore it from the ceiling while grinding
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
I just watch that 70s show all day and blaze whenever they do. It's nice being part of the circle
Dry heaving on campus is my new low. Also, go pats
i gotta stop hooking up with people just to get to their dogs
Laziness has hit a new level. I'm out of clean sexy underwear and meeting a boy tonight so I'm having a thong delivered via post mates.
I'd invite you over to drink but then I wouldn't be drinking by myself.
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