your room smells of hookers.
And success
officially spring now- first drug bust of the season across the street.
I woke up under a table, with a huge Mexican sombrero, a box of 120 doughnuts and a bloody nose. It all screams success.
Definately laid on the floor of the shower this morning drinking the water as it fell on me.
Blood. All over. Pre coke adventure needs to slow down unless I'm involved
I'm not making any promises. But if I start throwing food at you, just go with it.
what do i owe you?
$237.46 to be exact.
if im having that much fun on the weekend i better start remembering it.
Sometimes I hate my life and then I remember I live in the WORLD CAPITAL OF RUM
I just gave a bum a ride back to his bench. Columbus is weird but I like it.
He convinced the breakfast vendor to melt twix bars on bacon for me at 4am. He slurred every word. I think I found my prince charming.
I need to stop acting like a drunk bitch. People are going to get the right idea about me...
Waking up next to a guy you don't remember going home with and the first thing you say is: where is my tiara? = successful birthday
His eyefucking isn't even normal eyefucking; it's eye anal.
Calm down I'm not kidnapping the bartender
she said a prayer for the pipe you broke. she did the sign of the cross and everything
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