called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
Shark Week may as well be Shark Weed.
Sorry you had to hear me puke. I didn't know I called you. Was it graceful?
i wish i could tell you the night didnt begin with me drinking alone
Due to our sore throats we are now doing bong hits with cranberry juice to sooth it.
These headphones make me feel like I'm sitting on John Mayers lap and he's singing just to me. I picture like a pitch black room with a single spotlight on us. Also, convinced Kyle to give me percocet soo.
Ikeep having to ask jim if I'm actually talking. I canmt feel my body...this is what Christmas is all about
He just walked up to me in the kitchen, pulled out his penis and stuck it in my sweatpants pocket.
It was probably cold. Sweatpants pockets are notoriously warm.
Its not that it wasnt fun. Its just I got a tooth knocked out and that was my second time being arrested this year
Anyways, he came over at 3:30 am and ate me out while I ate pizza on the counter
I ended up in th ER yelling my height weight and age
Lots of tissues. Maybe pizza. Only time will tell. The stages of political grief.
Twas still the Saturday before Christmas \nAnd it’s still fucking snowing\nAnd Steve wished he slowed down \nOn all the fucking drinking
I got drunk and bought a house last night. Also, I threw up on Mike's lawn. I'm pretty excited about one of those two things.
That's nice of you to be concerned, but I'm pretty confident I'll marry someone 30 years older than me, ride out being the trophy wife for 10 or 15 years, then live large!
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