it was a shit show
We all have our days. But yours might be on the internet.
@ a funeral. fucking miss uuuu
by "whatever happens, happens" i meant "we are totally hooking up again on tuesday." i thought that was obvious.
Seriously, do normal people actually get work done being this hungover? No wonder the economy's in the shitter
He told me about how he pissed his pants last weekend like it was a normal part of conversation. Within 10 minutes I was going home with him. I think he put me under some kind of spell.
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
Don't use or open the microwave. It's full of smoke. Buying a new one tomorrow, will explain.
I think it really helped to be hungover at accepted students day. it gave me a good feel for how it would be everyday if I go there.
I found you in the bathroom. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor wearing nothing but socks completely surrounded by broken crayons.
We can talk about your dick in my throat after a decision is made, this is my hair we're talking about. .. shit's important.
All our friends are getting married, and I'm the dateless guy bringing molly to their weddings.
random boy in my bed. last night wasnt a dream. fuck.
Nobody cheats on THIS.
Give me like 5, I have to feed a moose and find my pants.
i just read a article called "Booze, Drugs, and Bipolar Disorder"... i think someone is writing the memoirs of my life
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