So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
Should I go home with him even though I know my Run DMC undies have skid marks on them?
i really thought "pants-shitting drunk" was an unreachable level until last night
Woke up in a closet. I'm not drinking till summer.
my sombrero is too big for the bathroom
a price tag just fell out of my vag. i guess its worth $13.99...
At Grandmas for dinner. She is drinking a smirnoff ice. As soon as I saw it I had to stop myself from yelling chug.
Haha keeping the dream alive until Chinese New Year. I'm jobless with stitches in my face.
I think he's hit rock bottom. You know it's a low point in life when you cry because you weren't invited to sit in a box car and watch porn with two other straight dudes.
If I can ever get control of my legs I will be home. Thanks... and again sorry about your bed.
Grandma's bordering on serious shit show territory at this point.
I wrote an entire paper in under an hour about The Nightmare Before Christmas. I was also high as shit and pretty sure I dedicated half the page to the animation but still.
Everyone says she blew me in the bathroom, so I believe it, I just don't REMEMBER.
In the middle of pounding my asshole he stopped and said, "do you want to get breakfast after this?"
well my apartment and my life are still a disaster but I did clean off my desk so that's gotta count for something...
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