he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
"Tuesday" and "open-bar" shouldn't be used in the same sentence.
I think she must be bulimic. I mean, every time I see her I know i want to throw up.
I have no idea what happened last night, but you're the only person I remember smashing my face into. Be honored.
I need to cry about outer space to someone. Can I call you?
My god this is going to ruin whatever Vegas left of our souls...
I just tried to make cleaning gasoline off your shoes with toilet paper in the Chemistry Building bathroom look normal. I failed.
Actually I more feel like I'm on a ship about to grab the holy grail off an island
The ship is me being high the holy grail is some profound idea I'm about to have
I woke up and sent him a text that said 'I'm sorry forever'
You drunk-dialed me and asked me to describe my burrito
Who the fuck stole my fridge again
I'm getting paid to get fucked up. How much better could this get?
Rough birthday weekend. Eating McDonalds in the shower and used a fifth of sky as a pillow last night
Arrived home from picking Mom and Nana up at the airport to find Marc buck ass nude beneath the Christmas tree. Nana says she always knew I was queer.
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