oh good, I think they're gone
the painters?
my herpes
puked in the new hous. now it's officially home.
i need a new camera phone. my pictures from last night are as blurry as my memories. and neither tell me why i woke up in an airplane hangar.
boobs and vodka. thats all i can remember, finals week needs to stop ending like this..
my resolution for 2011 is to fuck him whenever he wants it. this year I'm going above and beyond the call of booty.
Iranian Rapper, camaroonian basketball player, mexican i forget and indian doctor....this one looks the best on paper.
He put up a Facebook album attempting to sell off their Harvard furniture. Items for sale include: his friend, a broken lamp, an item described as a 'carpet and/or sleeping bag', a pair of paint stained cargo pants, size 'Tyler', and a self proclaimed $3 bottle of wine, which he is offering for $2
He offered to let her do a line of coke off his hard-on. She said she'd had that hard-on and it would be a bump, not a line. Everyone laughed. That's why he left.
So that answers the first question but not the second: how the fuck am I getting home?
Thank you for trusting your ovaries to me
Well I'm half drunk in a green tutu at a chipotle. So pretty good parade.
But on a side note, how the fuck do you "accidentally " get peed on
Just saw a hotel with a bunch of mattresses in the parking lot. Made me think of you.
He eats kale on the regular. Do I look like a bitch that wants to eat kale. No. Give me some Boston market.
I told my mom that I might be hungover today so she needs to make me an omelet.. it happened and I'm happy
How was your night?
Good. I made people cry and run home
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