I woke up on my floor...
I woke up with colors of the wind playing on repeat on my laptop...
No, we ended up finding him drunk at a bus stop downtown sitting on the bench asking people for chocolates and amazing stories to "rid his mind of his whore of a girlfriend"
the bank didn't screw up, i spent 150$ at mcdonalds last night
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
Isiahs hammered. And just came in to get his skateboard and said he has to prove something. This can't end well
Just violated the laws of fuck-buddyship and talked to him about my personal life. I don't like it.
I may have broken a few toes and my face hurts. I do know that I pissed the bed so at least I've got some closure there
I gave up. I'm crying over my notes. Oh, ya know, just another drunk finals week
I'be color coordinated the clothes in my closet and my underwear drawer. I'm like an advertisement for house arrest. Help.
I'm 50% weirded out and 50% into it
I don't remember much and some girl almost convinced me to jump off the bridge while she held my stuff...
It's official. I'm gonna fuck hot art class guy. But this won't be like hot Samsung guy. I'm gonna make sure I follow through this time.
Because that's what you do with poop. You expect the worst.
There's hope in those eyes, for a better tomorrow or more cocaine, we may never know, but there's hope.
It's like every time I'm baked I discover my fingers all over again.
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