there are seriously like six guinea pigs in my bathtub right now
he said no sex till date three. i said the party was one, mcdonalds two and that i would take him with me to buy cigs for date three.
He just walked into my room in a robe with a cooking pot of cereal.
I feel like today should be a " im going to have sex with you cause its raining and theres nothing else to do" kinda day
I want him to rain dance my fallopian tubes.
Carving a pumpkin in a gay bar at 2am. How did my life get to be this way.
Yes... I'll kill two birds with one crazy ecstacy filled night.
You declared your undying love to a drag queen, then proceeded to puke into the poor man's purse.
See, I'm just thinking of how...angular my room is. You probably would have sustained brain damage
even my drug dealer wished me a happy birthday before my mother did.
The hospital waiting room is starting to become a very familiar place to me.
When your job has killed your spirit to the point that you don't want to flirt with the cute, tall guy at Enterprise
GIRL PLEASE. GO BACK AND POP THE TITTY OUT
are you drinking tonight?
I have an exam tomorrow
so yes.
Have you ever realized how weird it is to think that you've fucked someone and don't know what their handwriting looks like?
Sorry I can't pick up... thought process is fine but too stoned to form words.
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