my soul wont recognize me after tonight
He wanted a quickie. I said, can I play doodle jump on my iPhone during? And that's exactly how it went.
its like the voldemort of pregnancies, we don't talk about it
So apparently last night I was running around columbus circle station screaming that Obama was a pussy and that "waterboarding should always be an option" lol
areolas are like halos for boobs.
Listening to her yell about my drinking problem is not helping my hangover.
All she was asking was for you to describe your coat so she could get it, but you kept yelling at her so the security threw you out.
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
Drink a bottle I wine by yourself? Treat yo self
You were crying in a drunken stupor for an hour because "the new daft punk album didn't blow your tits off"
Waking up at a teachers house is a very confusing thing
I may not be his cup of tea, but I bet I'm his 10th shot of tequila
If you don't see me at the bar tomorrow night, I was most likely captured by the communists.
I'm sorry about the fire. I was too fucked up to do science, apparently.
Well, I have no idea where my underwear is, so yea I would say it was a good weekend.
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