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
I found the pot of gold last night, and it was full of bad decisions.
i really care about you, respect you, another gay word, and another gay word... lets just drink
4pm on a Sunday....roomate fucking like a wildabeast while I have a organic chemistry study group in my kitchen.
Johns diaper came in the mail. He's freaking out thinking there's some conspiracy going on since he sharted on the drive home from st. Louis
I only saw you for about 5 min, but you were rambling about how not even the whiskey could make you fight the skeleton guards.
I didn't ask for a picture of your soft dick.
The ONE weekend I don't put anything up my nose, and it decides to bleed like crazy
Dear me: Drinking & crying tonight, my place, 9pm sharp. Love, your life
If I don't have hickies that last till tuesday, I didn't do this weekend right
It's a sad statement on my day when the high point was getting a pap test.
I went shopping for a dress that was baptism and bar appropriate.
just called AAA to get my keys out of me car and then afterwards realized they were in my pocket...stoner life
It threw me off a little. I had to take a moment and ask myself, "Is he really fingering me in his mom's kitchen while I eat a whopper?"
Black labs can get you to do pretty much anything...even approach strange men in their bath robes
Randomize
