just leaving uw hospital. they thought i had franzia-induced appendicitis. whaaaaat
I think I just got a contact from my own exhale. Def dying.
I could hear them screwing through my bedroom wall again this morning, so I started beat boxing to the tempo.
I don't know how I got here... but I think I'm in a Christian Impact meeting... I'm trying to act as straight as possible. They can sense gay.
I tried to convince the Lobo Card people to take my pic with my sunglasses on because I will probably always be this hungover.
like seriously. this whole place is the shit. like i can move clouds. no other way to explain it but i can fucking move clouds.
Old woman told me I looked like her son and then she started explaining to me how she wanted me to fuck her
I did sing regulators with a random black dude at The Rail without looking at the screen, hugged him and walked off stage. I pretty much live up to all expectations.
He's short and fat and honestly I think he's what my self esteem was made for
I'm going to try and loofah my hangover away.
Update: It didn't work
we could do so many fantastic illegal things together. sexually and otherwise.
I can recall having this conversation with a three year old, but go on
He will be so fat that the winter can not penetrate his blubber.
I checked her ID this morning. Lets just say...she's older than my mom
We made out in front of everyone INCLUDING his girlfriend. And no one saw. THAT DRUNK!
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