we're blogging at a bar
I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
you started texting yourself and saying they were "divine messages from heaven" then you threw up on stacie's piano.
He told me he was in a Proactive commercial. It didn't seem to work for him but he was buying me shots so I slept with him anyways.
So I commented on one of his pictures "who do I have to give a full effort blow job to, to get the Ides of March movie poster behind you" he responded with a number that wasn't his. I still texted it. I love that movie.
I woke up next to her boyfriend and she woke up next to mine....
This is like a fucked up game of musical chairs.
Rosemary is literally sitting on the ground holding on to the rug because she thinks she is going to fall if she lets go. We smoked way too much.
Not drinking has really freed up a lot of my time. I made a bracelet yesterday. I miss bars.
I don't remember where I was but I remembered that I hated everyone there
He handed me a beer to drink as he went down on me. I want to keep him
I just had a sex dream about orange juice, so there's that.
Forever getting my life back together in gas station bathrooms.
You were trust falling into bushes
Woke up with a pineapple again... where do i keep on getting these ??
Considering what happened last night and how horrible I feel, I look amazing
Randomize
