So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
I just withdrew $200 in ones. I think the teller knew what was up
i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
I think I explained what happened in the voicemail. But I think I might have just cried and ranted about how cool osiris shoes are
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
Found plan b box covered with blood. In kitchen sick. Pickle jar is empty. Wtf happened?
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
now that I know that you did coke with your mom I can't look at her the same
I'm like a savant for remembering names I learned while I was drunk. Seriously, I'm three for three. I'm on a roll.
I do have a life. It just consists of making scarves and chesse straws now
How many stacks you been grindin gangsta?
omg mom no
It's so blood brotha crip what be good
Moral of the story: always keep condoms in your bra
What kind of sociopath goes to sleep at 9pm when I clearly need attention
After the bar we stopped to Meijer where I found myself singing little mermaid while rubbing a pack of hotdogs on my face..
Met a beautiful Irishman two nights in a row. I may never come back.
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