Going to Kmart high is like jumping in a time machine back to the 80s
so explain to me why i woke up in jail this morning
because you opened a jar or pickles and a bag of fritos and layed down in the middle of aisle 7 while singing 'la cucaracha'
no more ever clear
Why is your signature on my underwear?
She tried to lure me back to her house by saying she had "real" pizza.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
I wanted to take a shower but I forgot we made applesauce in it last night.
rolling absolute tits, turn on the red lights for when i get home.
You screamed "I NEED TO GET THE WHOLE SET!" and then proceeded to try touching everyone's balls in the room
I still feel like a bad person. A shoulder to cry on became a dick to suck.
We are all yelling at the cat at our apt in nothing but our underwear. How do you think it's going.
It's like fucking tetris in this bed
Speaking of, what are you doing next weekend? I'm going to a rope bondage seminar and may need a partner if my date bails.
fuck emotions I should've gotten more cats
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
Only thing I have going for me is jacking off, weed, and saturdays
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