he thinks he's going to hurt your feelings
He can't hurt my feelings
I don't have feelings.
cab driver gave us mini bottles of jd for the ride home & proceeded to run every red light. wonder how many bottles he drank.
I asked her if she had any t-shirts of bands that didn't suck. I got a Sublime shirt and my answer.
my bed looks and feels like i need to buy plan b.
he made me scream out "#24" while we fucked...no more football players
Today I met the neighbor that shares my bedroom wall. When I pointed out my unit, he said, "Oh, that's you? Oh... that's you." I didn't think much of it until I was in bed tonight and I heard him clear his throat. He's. Heard. Everything.
Brandon's Recipe: two parts cocoa, one part sugar, one part milk, two parts four, 378 parts paranoia. Thanks for the fucking brownies, bitch.
He looked like he was trying to woo a lady version of himself by playing goblin music on his guitar.
As we were about to go at it, his roommates barged in singing jumper by third eye blind. Weirdest almost one night stand ever.
Yuck. My throat feels like someone chucked a couple of Maltov cocktails down it and finished it off with a super soaker filled with Jameson.
Bored at work. googling vodka waffles.
So, I without a doubt haven't used the bag I'm now carrying since we were dating. Just had to discreetly throw out an unopened magnum in a bus station.
Currently googling hangover cures, which looks a lot like working from the perspective of my boss.
One of my favorite March activities is cropdusting people while wearing a kilt.
I am eating a fluff-a-nutter sandwich at the gym right now. I brought vodka too.
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