His pick-up line from last night: "I bet you cant climb these stairs right now." Needless to say.. it worked.
We can smell you smoking weed from downstairs and your little brother is asking why the upstairs smells like gasoline. Please smoke in the basement. XOXO dad.
Nope it's him. He's whispering to himself and buying asparagus.
third eye blind makes so much more sense now that i have a drug problem
He did a line, told me my hair looked pretty against the background of the clouds, and then we fucked. Good afternoon
Sorry for feeding you peanuts last night while you were sleeping, you looked hungry.
I could hear them screwing through my bedroom wall again this morning, so I started beat boxing to the tempo.
The only thing that made me get out of bed this morning was knowing that tonight, I don't plan on remembering what happened today
I feel like that needs to be the last time i end a text with "fuck them i love tequila".
Ecstasy should be its own food group.
so serious though like its almost like I'm playing a game that's my life and Im always losing
Well. I hope my dad likes whatever sweater stoned me picks out.
Listening to sad Lana Del Rey songs together is an integral part of the lesbian bonding process
sometimes i forget what nice tits i have and then i spend a month brushing my teeth naked in the front of the bathroom mirror, and i remember.
i think i puked but i couldve been a dream and i may have madeout with a 20 something guy infront of my managers...also possible dream.
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