well. it's seven AM and i'm too high to hula hoop.
and I was crying with the towel lady in the bathroom of the bar about the tragedy in Haiti. Then we hugged before I left and I gave her 10 dollars.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
everyone contributed. i held her hair back, he rubbed my vag... it was a team effort.
whatever. i almost had sex in a car with someone passed out in the back seat. phone's not my biggest worry.
I just met his other fuck buddy...I am thinking of befriending her just to fuck with him...manuplating my roommates into hating each other is boring me i need something else to do
You're worse than that girl who made out with her cousin at that party
That was you...
I should be done at 8 and I've also done a great Job of convincing my self that I should get really drunk tonight
I had a dream about that dude. It was the first time I had a dream about him since the tryst.
The tryst?
The hookup. I like using sophisticated words for my foolish decisions. Makes me retain some dignity.
We were sitting outside of the building and he literally just walked up with no pants on. This is the best college ever
it was like fucking a Mumford & Sons song
I decided to start over my porn collection by deleting the old stuff. That was a sad piece of a pie chart...
I'm high, watching "Scream" and eating a grilled cheese sandwich off my boobs. I'm not going anywhere
Come on, clusterfuck. Put on a pushup bra and get your fine ass to the bar, or you will be a sad single stoner forever
Hey, scratch that. I've shit 8 times today. I don't have the energy to get laid so I cancelled my date.
I was just wicked nice to a telemarketer... that's how stoned this woman got me.
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