addddeeerrraaaallll.
ok i'm not sure if that was a success statement or a cry for help.
Just got booed while taking a piss and asked if I 'call that a penis.' Get me the fuck out nf yankee stadium.
I puked last after eating a volcano taco and drinking vodka. I felt like a fucking dragon.
I mean we havent seen each other since december and then bam its cinco de mayo and were having sex under a life guard tower taking tequila shots between each position. no big deal
this morning i checked my reflection in the toilet as i was throwing up to make sure i still had my pearl earrings on
There's a skull full of vodka. How bad can it be?
UPDATE: lighting the grill with Bacardi. Haven't slept. Forgot the hamburger buns. Almost out of our eighth handle.
He left npr on the whole time when we were doing it. ironic that i lost it on the 100th anniversary of the titanic. thanks michelle norris.
If I die tonight and was cremated, you could probably get high off the smoke.
my question is who was more confortable? You sleeping on the floor or me tweeting from a bush?
I got into a fight with the dude who fell asleep on my couch bc he wouldn't wake up but managed to get a lunch date set for thurs with another guy by the time he finally left. So how's your day so far?
I am drunk at 8am listening to Cyndi Lauper and dressed up in a penguin suit
you would not believe who i just fucked on my lunch break
The fact that a spice girls song is stuck in my head is a great sign that my decisions aren't the right ones at the moment...
He is obviously into the really short sex we have.
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