I'm not to broken up about it. Our relationship was worse than a coldplay song.
we made a giant pot of alcholic jello. i filled a gallon bag and brought it to dorms. desk guy gave me weird looks, he doesnt realize this is how i will pass all of my room searches
He's a good guy, we stopped by his old church.
And you didn't burst into flames?
They were going around the house breaking things and screaming "Not my house!"
Well, there are worse ways to make $50 at a gay club.
Didn't get the job. Searched for my references on FB and saw the pic of me weighing my head passed out.
Missing both credit cards and just had a flashback of grinding my nuts on the terrified cab driver for amusement. i am feeling a slight hate for myself right now.
Not going to lie- I'm a little freaked out camping right now. This is one of those high activities you don't do by yourselves...or close to bears
You handed J your Mayan-pocalypse shopping list and told him he wasn't getting laid unless he brought everything on it. Where is he supposed to get a live goat?!
He's carved the words "SLAM STATION" into his headboard...
I let a blind guy feel me up. All he kept saying was "oh fuck yeah!"
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
He makes furniture for a living and is basically a hot, younger Ron Swanson
Tonights mission: get trashed, smoke a bowl on top of the silo, get some dick. Not necessarily in that order.
welp, we watched the human centipede high last night and my mind literally shut down, when i came to all i could hear was mel saying EAT EAT HIS SHIT
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