seriously this is one of those moments where im glad i dont really talk to or know the people i sleep with
Well said.
a girl walking in front of me just packed her cigarettes 72 times and yes i counted
how much adderall did you take today?
I'm starting to think The only feelings I have anymore are drunk and hung over
you can't hurt those
I know. They started calling me The Incident. The hotel maids, that is.
I was trying to be an adult about it and simply deal with the situation, but a bowl seemed much more comforting.
I've discovered the best way to avoid rehab is to not fuck fat chicks when your drunk, therefore delaying regrets and rock bottom
your the Dr. Phil in my life
Today is an unchanging day
I just spent 5 minutes saying how beautiful you are and you come back with dont get fat cause you have weird nipples.
He rubbed aloe on my sunburn while I blew him... could he be anymore perfect?
The ride home was alright, we hooked up in the street next to his car after he smashed into the guard rail
I found Erin. She's getting a back massage from the coat check boy and drinking all his whiskey.
Guy just walked in with a 40 and a Honda steering wheel. Where the fuck am I?
He passed out in my car.
What's the problem?
HE'S STILL IN MY FUCKING CAR.
momentary stint on a second floor library computer...guy next to me snorted blue adderall off his notebook through a cut straw, i cant tell if this guy is my hero or just plain crazy...
He ate me out while I stood on his bed drinking a Rainier.
That would involve putting on clothes and I don't think I can face that right now.
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