i live my life in a constant state of hangover.
my brother is a facebook fan of two things: God, and Rhianna. if he's not a prime example of the rare "baptist closeted gay," i don't know who is.
i love how i spend my mornings exploring my phone to see what i did last night.
We discussed how the marijuana was making the dopamine float around our nucleus accumbens last night when we were high. Yet another example of how our science classes are perverting our good times.
Mid thrust he tells me that we have bio together
let's put it this way: i'm gonna stop drinking and get a gym membership. she's that hot
Last night the nurse at the ER told me that she wished all her drunk patients were like me. Then she commented on my socks...
i got us a cheese tray and a bottle of whiskey
ugh yes i love our date nights
She said we should all be mermaids since didn't breathe for 9 months inside our mothers. I want her logic.
We got a 5L jug of wine for 3 Euro. Italy was a good choice.
TOUCH YOURSELF. DO IT.
I don't think that's how you're supposed to sext
So far I've taken two naps, went out and bought a pizza called the Hipster, and in 15 min I'm gonna make a snow angel. Conquering Snowlandia. How bout you?
Wanna get mid day margaritas tomorrow if I'm still alive
Now I have to go back and sober fuck him. For science.
I was very impressed with his ability to carry on a conversation with his friends sitting in the front seat with his hand in my pants, getting a hand job, stoned, with a cigarette in his mouth. I think he's a keeper.
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