Bonnaroo quote of the day: "why the fuck am i pregnant?!?!" - exclaimed loudly by random hippie.
i'm so high that for the last 10 minutes i pretened my sock was a mouse, and played with it like it was legit.
i may have reached my "but im high so it's cool" quota for the month.
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
dude there is absolutely no room for a slide in our room
he's measuring my pool to see how much jello powder he needs. He got paid today.
You don't take my phone while I'm passed out, have a three hour conversation on it with Dealer Dave, set up a date with him and NOT TELL HIM THAT HE'S NOT TALKING TO ME.
I wanna die of smoke inhalation. In a huge teepee. Or one of those big things kids in kindergarten have that you throw up in the air then sit inside of.
I woke up to you singing What Makes You Beautiful and trying to blend an avocado with vodka.
listen. he fixes things. buys me drinks and sticks his penis in my vagina. age means nothing at this low point in my life.
Oh dude I know. When something that's supposed stop pregnancies taste like chocolate something's up
He wrote me a Haiku titled, "Let me touch your butt".
Currently rolling a blunt in the bathroom of Planned Parenthood
You know it's time to call it a night when every guy in the bar (all 3 of them) have seen you naked at one time or another.
Accidentally made a straight guy question his sexuality again. I really gotta watch myself.
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