i walked into his room and he was eskimo kissing his weed..
I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
And I was somehow convinced to wash the glassware at the bar topless.
I have not carelessly put myself in herpes way since I got a clean bill of health tyvm.
My nipple ring got caught on the rug again. Tequila makes me unlearn these things
Ha ha. You should see the things I'm doing to my body at Bob Evans.
He told me to fuck off at some point in the night. I think it was right before he jumped out of a moving car trying to get to another bar and made Abby cry.
Sometimes I wonder if my parents know that I mean horny when I say lonely.
That's the only definition of lonely that I know.
It was awkward at first he now knows I fucked his little brother, they were both there. then the tequila kicked in and everything was fine.
My body is like , remember when you wouldn't let me puke last night? Good luck at work fucker.
So I've discovered that being hungover at 25 feels the same as being hungover at 24. Happy Birthday to me.
we didnt plan anything. just randomly met up in the park, both reached into our pockets and each lit up a joint without exchanging words. we're telepathic potheads.
I just got St Patricks day and the day after St Patricks day off, wich I'm pretty sure is as close to a raise as I'll ever get.
Next guy I fuck must be a cowboy
Its 7am I'm awake still drunk, there is food, random clothing and road cone in my room. I can't decide if this is a failure or a success???
Randomize
