and on the fourth day, god made foam parties.
We played shuffleboard at the bar last night...another sign we are getting tooooo old.
I just remembered I opened the taxi door when I was at a red light last night and puked. And then when I was done I closed the door and told him he may proceed with caution.
My roommate made me a peanut butter and sprinkles sandwich. Maybe tonight isn't that bad
He made me hold his dick and say "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good"
Roommate is eating a chimichanga, watching Dr Doolittle 2 and weeping. His Tuesday hangovers make me feel better about my life.
Found out it was only pneumonia. We celebrated hydrocodone cough syrup. Two long island ice teas at lunch and the random white powder we found in her purse. Mother of the year award.
What happened to the good old days when we whispered the words beer pong and people came running?
I'm missing a sock, a boot, and antlers. We need to get on that.
I missed rounds this morning...my senior resident hooked me up to and IV and made me stay in the clinic because he said I didn't look presentable enough to walk around the hospital
You know, part of me wants to die and the other part of me doesn't want to live
I actually had to apologize for "being too aggressive about harry potter"
so like
i may have gotten a little bit of blood in the charging port of my phone
Oh lord. I have no recollection. I just got up. Surveying the damage. Found phone with messages out by pool. Still have not located my top or determined when i stopped wearing it
Taking out my recycling and 90% of it is alcohol and cat food. I am judging myself.
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