I'm dying. Please wear something slutty to my funeral.
Tell Heather sorry for burning her hair. Also for anything else that I may have done that warrants and apology. Anything after about 10pm is kind of hazy.
im six kinds of drunk right now
I skipped class, don't know why though bc all I did in the meantime was cook pancakes and watch infomercials..my life sucks
I made her dinner: Beefaroni with grated parmesan cheese on top. Luckily she showed up drunk and gave me head, "For spending so much time preparing."
thats what you get for writing a paper after liquor pitchers
its only a rough draft.
I vaguely remember taking a shit behind the shed before I started puking over the fence. No more Xanax.
someone needs to get her out of the garbage can shes never gonna forgive us for this
and i fell asleep on top of a grilled cheese sandwich. not the best decision. but not the worst.
Im tired as fuck but i cant leave him here like this i gave him the acid and i feel the responsibillity to put his mind back together its fun im an architect about to about to construct a whole new belief and moral system inside this soul. Talk about the best psychothearpy
YOU CAN'T JUST DO COKE AND THEN CALM DOWN
i feel like i am made of mashed potatoes. i love cannabis pills so. fucking. much.
I'm highly inebriated watching star wars, this text was sent via the force
MY COWORKER IS ATTRACTIVE AND I DROPPED A SONIC THE HEDGEHOG JOKE IN CONVERSATION I FUCKED UP
Fuck twitter. Fuck men. Fuck bras. Fuck flip flops. Fuck makeup. Fuck perfume.
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