Hello, balls-out mistake. It's been a while.
Tonight was fucked up. First my mom called me and told me I had to go to the bar to pick up my dad 'cause he was drunk. Then when I got there my dad was doing a body shot from this lady who happened to be my 1st grade teacher. By far the most awkward car ride home. Idk if I should tell my mom or not.
so she called me drunk and made me stay on the phone with her while she puked.
well hello there hangover. fancy meeting you here on this BRIGHT thursday morning.
On the couch having a debate with the dog over whether eating anothr sweet roll will make the hangover better or worse
Sad news: I might have to institute a "once-per-day" policy on getting trashed downtown. Sorry, reputation.
I AM SAFE. EVERYTHING IS FOG. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
I have got to stop making out with redheads. I need to sign my life over to my dad like Britney Spears.
Trust me I was high for like 5 years...I got this
Printed off fake 'Producer' Sundance badges for us. Pretty sure they double as free passes for getting laid by 'actresses'. Testing this theory tonight.
Nothing better than going to Mass on Easter Sunday with "I love penis" henna tattooed across your back. Love your Indian culture.
it still weirds me out that Robin Thicke is Alan Thicke's son
His sisters are going to have a heyday finding all those condoms in their bunk beds.
It's magical, I'm just dancing. It's like prom but by myself and with less clothes.
In hindsight I shouldn't have been blasting Antichrist Superstar if I didn't want to seem suspicious driving up to a Catholic church
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