So my shaver died while I was trimming...ya know. And now it is half way done. I don't think there's currently any aesthetic in keeping it this way...
currently walking past a fire hyrdrant with a hose already attatched.. this could be dangerous..
This kind of poor decision making requires a real cup, not a mason jar.
It's amazing the difference a day and 2000 mg of antibiotic make. Nine days to go.
Just before going down on me she said, "I need a hairband for all of the jobs I'm about to perform."
I remembered to bring wine in a nalgene bottle, but I forgot sunscreen and water. I'm starting to question my life decisions.
I don't know what it is about vodka that make me ruin relationships.
Yea it's a sex scar. But if anyone asks I tripped up carpeted stairs
Yeah you insisted everyone watch Space Jam at 2 in the morning then you cried the whole way through it. You were the very worst kind of drunk.
i swear, you were born with a blunt in one hand and somebody else's wallet in the other.
I would like to dedicate my cray behavior this week to my uncontrollable hormones and wine. Both have totally Efff'ed with my life.
doctors was a success... no liver damage and I lost five pounds.. we're celebrating tonight you get the whiskey I'll get the burritos.
I literally just want someone to fuck me and buy me cheeseburgers. I don't even want a relationship at this point. Just a chew toy and some food.
Eaten today: granola bar, pumpkin donut, and fritos. Oh, college nutrition.
We're in an alley with a psychic wizard, shes reading our palms
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