I think I'm going to die by hangover. I'm in my spanish class. So I guess I'm going to be muerte.
sitting on the counter. eating honey. crying, because coldplay sounds beautiful on the radio. highhhhh as the sky
He gets creativity points for the hot sauce. But it may be awhile until my nipples forgive him
Underwear, t-shirt, bottle of Pinot Grigio and Golden Girls. I've hit a new level of homosexual.
Apparently, I kept going on about how i'm going to name my first born Ramen. I think this is a good parenting move.
I'm so hungover that if we go to panera, I'll probably get a bread bowl to throw up in.
We are there now. They have a giant cock and balls with an eagles face and wings.
Asking the homeless man what buss shelter is the warmest was not a good idea
Apparently I'm ahead in the foot race to his dick because I'm not insane. If I'd have known that's all it took, I'd have worn sweat pants more often.
tried to chug a glass full of ice cubes. went better then expected.
i convinced him to be a french maid for halloween. he has no idea what he's in for. i just ordered the breast forms.
I'm actually kinda upset that we didn't consider velcro-ing detachable capes to our clothes before this moment.
I try not to flex my sex appeal too much around the engineers, it's like feeding bears...always ends in disaster.
He said something last night about making crepes, but after getting pissed on in bed, I question everything.
be the chaos you wish to see in the world...
i'm trying to figure out how to respond to that in text
Randomize
