...there is blood under my fingernails.
...I hope my roomates are okay.
Just set a new record on Need For Speed at the arcade. Had to enter Tiger Woods as the name.
Walked into a liquor store bleeding. That kind of night.
I had to jump out of her car while it was moving enough said
Bren left me with a lovely parting gift. Newfouund alcoholism. I'm on the kitchen floor, hugging a bottle of vodka. It's my only friend now.
Dude. All those hangovers I never had came back with a vengeance. I just opened the door of this car to barf. The car was not motionless. We are on the autobahn.
ive cried into many a lonely burritos..
I sent him a pic of my tits and he said "Word." I need a drink.
Apparently drunk me thought it was time for a career change. I woke up with a message from Mcdonalds saying that I was hired as the new cashier.
He just unloaded a dump truck full of red flags on my head.
That was when I yelled "Wisconsin powers activate!" and took off sprinting across the ice
just discovered a semi frightening wound on the side of my head that must have happened last night. if i die of a brain aneurysm, make sure they put "sorry for partying" on my gravestone.
Totally reading about penis envy for my final exam
i'm sitting in my room 'bout to smoke a bowl. also, i found out that you don't need a permit to own a tiger in wisconsin, so we're buying one when we move in together.
I think I was judged by a squirrel this morning during the walk...
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