just witnessed some guy trade his friend $5 and a condom for his keys.
Birthday was great, I got entirely too drunk and made really poor life decisions. It was everything a birthday should be.
I'm really proud of her, she waited until she was on tiled floor to start puking on the ground
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
he said i looked like a lion with slutty lingerie on .
i get drunk faster, i spend less money on food, and i'm losing a shit ton of weight. depression and its pills are doing wonders for me
8:30 every morning in the third floor bathroom we fuck in the handicap stall. You have your morning workout and I have mine.
Weekend plan is a big bag of dope, delivery food, Bollywood marathon and masterbating my dick raw.
So, this year for my birthday, want to get rip-roaring schmammered and watch my episode of my super sweet 16? We can do lines off my tiara.
Opened the apartment door and the smell of sex and weed literally slapped me across the face. Kudos.
We're snowed in with only two condoms. This will literally be valentines day russian roullette.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I did crash a prom last night though.. It was fun
I woke up with a pube in my teeth...I'm disturbed cause we're both clean shaven
You know you're more responsible when you turn down your bed and make a clear path to it before you go out..
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