trying to fathom saturday night and the fact that Rainn Wilson now hates me. my brain hurts.
sometimes i think life is slapping me across the face and laughing, saying "ha ha! you're an adult!"
Getting blown during the Cavs game doesn't make it any less depressing.
I can't remember much about walking home last night. I think I kicked a dog.
That big chick who gave you the handly polished off one of the walls to the ginger bread house right before she came outside. FYI
We're drinking vodka. Wine is for people who have to wake up in the morning.
Better than road-head. Just got model-home-head. Also got a disapproving scowl of judgment from the realtor on the way out.
I asked if he wants to help me spring forward at 2am on Sunday. He seems down.
I threw up on my way to work while listening to "the good times are killing me". this award goes to modest mouse for creating the most poetic puke ever
No man. Everyone needs to shit off a roof, at least once.
I think I just cured my dogs munchies
I can check masterbating in China off the bucket list.
he told me that he only likes small dogs. I should have known he was going to end up being little bitch.
So I'm at home coloring while smoking a joint. It can only go down hill from here.
? I'm just sitting watching something borrowed alone, crying in my boxers , feel like I should probably do something
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