God help me. Come pick me up. The guy told me this is not a hotel and i had to leave.
i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
is it sad that i think every plant i pass on the highway looks like a plant from farmville?
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
I'm not sure if what i'm hearing downstairs is sex or not, but if it is, it sounds like there's a dog involved...i'm mildly concerned.
The plan is to make enough mistakes this weekend to hold me over until spring break
My judgement was not "clouded". My judgement was in the midst of a fucking hurricane or something ridiculous.
Apparently my face was in the trashcan and in between throw ups I was screaming LOS DIABLOS. I woke up this morning with a bird flying around my room. Nobody seems as concerned as I am.
Just called a girl a cunt over peanuts. I think we both know it wasn't just about the peanuts.
Whenever you're sad about your life, just remember that I'm on a first name basis with the late night taco bell drive-thru workers.
My ninety day supply of adderal just came in the mail and I literally just dumped all 180 pills into my hands and laughed like a maniac. Shits about to get cray
I'm pretty sure he's playing the harmonica in my shower right now. I just really need to pee.
I just had to break into my old house and steal my sex tape. Good times. How have you been?
No more bourbon. Sleep now. I may die. Pray for me.
Last night he told me I was never sexier than when I was cutting pizza. Seriously. Like, he's perfect.
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