I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Hypothetical question: If I threw up in the dishwasher do I clean it up or just turn it on? :(
Right now, my father is sitting on the couch, totally smashed, crying, eating pringles, and watching the credits of Transformers 2. Love him.
in my lab write-up should i mention that i watered my plant with tequila?
Its not monday til someone throws up in the hallway
Also I spent like 2 hours on the hubble/nasa website sunday night looking at pictures of outer space and cried my face off at how beautiful and complex it is. What's wrong with me?!
Another day, another engagement, another cat
Come back I feel like I ticking time bomb of
of drugs
I have someone saved in my phone as "This Hoe Ain'tit' Loyal" and I'm missing my superman boxers. Explain.
8 stitches. Next time I decide to twerk while doing a keg stand, stop me.
I may have taken the entire adderall. I FEEL LIKE THE FUCKIN HULK. I can't stop cleaning and organizing and doing the clean things
Am I under any obligation to let my new fuck buddy know I slept with his little sister?
There is a moment when you wake up with a butt plug in when you question your choices in life.
There is also a moment when you wake up in a kiddie pool of jello cubes where you question what the fuck you did last night. Are you still in the attic or did you go home.
We lost you in the bar so we waited outside for you...next thing you know you kick open the doors and yell "I'M ALIVE"
It's 3 am. Nothing I've tried can get the taste of failure and vomit out of my mouth.
Randomize
