party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
Don't go all Obama on me. George Bush this decision and just do it. Thinking's for the morning after
No it only became awkward when she walked in with her new boyfriend and we realized we'd all banged her
and that's why he's hiding in the taco suit
his profile picture is him throwing up "#1" hands after his lax championship next to his coach that i fucked....embarrasing for him, yet ironically beautiful for me.
Not sure. We'll pass out on that bridge when we stumble to it.
You can't be mad because the taco bell people like me and not you. I'm not the one that puked in front of them.
For only eating leftover pizza for breakfast today, you sure do have a lot to vomit up...
Your heart is a swirling cauldron of blackness that does not pump blood but rather a sludgey mixture of evil and broken dreams.
I'm bringing cupcakes to work today as an apology for my actions at the bar last night, my boss probably can't look at me the same ever again
end of the world party next friday. virgin sacrifice. tell me you know someone whos still a virgin
Btw I'm already known as the drunk roommate. Don't know if that's a success or a failure seeing as it hasn't even been a week since I've been here
things i am: 1) still drunk 2) still wearing my leopard onesie 3) still gonna make my 9am lecture despite the odds CAN I GET A HIGH FIVE
I’m turning 34 on Friday and I feel like the only thing I’ve accomplished in life so far is getting into pissing matches with clients
Randomize
