i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
He never called back after I emailed him my booty call contract.
At some point I made a semi-conscious decision that i was okay with sleeping in my own vomit.
she came to the game with a camelback filled with booze. except it was only the bag part so she duct taped to her back
Sooo the theme of my 21st is rapidly becoming Gay Mexico
He acted like he was sleep fucking because I woke up to him screwing me in the middle of the night and he had is eyes closed and was mumbling things the whole time and wouldn't respond to me.
Is that even possible?
I called him by the wrong name to test him and he instantly stopped, rolled over and acted like he was still sleeping...I think he might break up with me tomorrow.
bring the dog... nobody goes to jail with a dog.
Gym?
Sweet baby Jebus, no. I'm Motley Crue hungover. This must be how it feels to rail a line of ants.
Well. No wine. And no real mixers. I'm using vodka and grape juice and calling it Slurrrlot. Happy Holidays bitch.
Cleaning my pipe and using the left over resin solution to make THC laced rolling papers and a jar of hash oil/honey for my tea
WE USE THE WHOLE BUFFALO
There are more dirty dishes in my bed then in the kitchen. Have I lost at life?
He's thawing a cheesecake on his stomach. We're that high.
TSA literally pulled two bottles of whiskey out of my bag. Once he saw the leopard print socks and the mickey mouse tank, he put it back in my bag and said "Have a fun trip, man."
I woke up to pizza pinned to my wall. So that's that.
I guess we coulda said a little less mature audience and a little more e for everyone.
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