I pretty much can't stop smiling when I talk to you. Even when you talk about disease and infectious diarrhea.
Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
its time to go be "that drunk guy nobody knows"....again.
I wonder if u can grow weed on Framville and sell it to Mafia Wars?
she screamed "my eye!" and it brought me a surge of bad memories. except she was yelling about a lemon.
Within 24 hours, I went to a feminist documentary screening with two state reps and you hate fucked a rent-a-cop on the helipad of your hospital. Somewhere our lives went in different directions.
I still make more money.
Who had my phone last night? Whoever it was sent "Fuck you, you're adopted" to half the people on my contact list.
Well on a lighter note, I had sex in a food truck.
I feel like I should throw some tampons around my workspace so everyone will know what's really going on
we're like the harlem globetrotters of underage drinking
I pretty much just wake up, masturbate at least twice, and go to the beach. #Unemployed. I do look for jobs in between all that tho.
so we just got back from swapping peoples patio furniture around to different patios. some people might like unexpected change. others might regret living on the ground floor.
I'm going to target high, just in case I ask you where my paycheck went later
I think it's time for tequila and I to go our separate ways
It’s gonna be hard being interviewed by this girl without remembering the time she showed me her nipple piercings at Dylan’s party
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