we were both hunting dick last night. it ended terribly for both of us.
It's 8:30am and I'm drinking.... this is a new low
he borrowed my computer and saw his name in my recent google searches. Things got awkward real fast.
Every time I remember you're bi, the world gets a little brighter.
She made me role-play everything from an older prof to a in-patient in need of a medical exam. Yay for cocaine.
I'm really hoping to find some quality strange ass tonight while at my court appearance.
I think i just threw up blood. i can't chill right now;
He also turned out to be underage (the fucking liar) so we had to get drunk on cooking sherry
Still at home. Videotaping hamsters.
At IHOP. It feels weird and sad that your cleavage isn't here for me to try to toss paper wads into.
As we were leaving a memorial service last night he turns to me and says, is it too soon for a post funeral blowie?
The Stanley Cup Final is killing me. I can't go to work drunk again.
I didn't know how to commemorate his death, so I snorted a fat line off of his obituary. Rest in peace.
So I got offered a job this morning based on being a "good role model for girls" and I am drunk at 330 in the afternoon in "celebration." sometimes, life is insane. But not so bad.
I wanna get to the point where I can just send a question mark and get an exclamation point in response
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