It's happening again. I feel like I'm under water and my heart beat matches "Teenage Wasteland"
we were shitfaced at work by 8pm. I had to stop myself from pouring vodka in everyone's cappuccino.
Whatever. It was high school. Back then I'd blow anyone who had enough room between their chest and their steering wheel for my head to fit.
But he made me breakfast and understands the fuck sleep fuck sleep necessities
You do realize there's a subtle difference between not remembering your outfit from april 17th of last year vs forgetting that last night you undressed in the street and were grabbing every dick you could reach, right?
I feel like ass. I'm missing 12 hours of my life and all I have to show for it is an empty wendys bag. Those Shrooms were too much... When do we do it again?
Also, as my manager i'm going to put you in charge of making sure i don't drown.
Also I feel that I would be a hell of a sled dog operator.
He stopped in the middle of having sex to ask me what shampoo I use. Apparently my hair smelled good
Saw the same Luigi I hooked up with last Halloween. Still in his same Luigi costume and scruff that hurt my face
all a girl really needs is a few good pair of leggings and a drug dealer that delivers.
So we decided we're going to stop having sex...except for tonight. And probably tomorrow.
MY LIFE IS A TRAINWRECK THATS ON FIRE BUT SOMEHOW STILL MOVING, I HAVE THE RIGHT TO SCREAM OUTSIDE AT 2AM
My one night stand ended up seeing me the next morning... For my interview. Guess who got a job.
Good for you, kid with a beer in hand as you walk to your 11 am class.
I thought this was a dry campus.
That means you have to bring your own beer from home.
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