i dont think there is any level of not caring that i havent covered in the last month
i turned job hunting into a drinking game..
The worse part is i sent a text at like three that said i was getting head... Now i have no idea who's mouth has been on my dick
the girl next to me in class is drinking a margarita out of a slurpee cup. i know your going to ask how i know its a margarita and the answer is i can smell the tequila. i never want to leave this place
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
You looked cold, so i decided to make you a blanket out of sticky notes.
Where are you and why am I suddenly responsible for your taquitos?
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
So, we bought a knight today. Nearly life size. Hes in the garage, so don't be startled.
You can wear my underwear. It'll be like old times.
Nothing says "I mean business" like using a cart at the liquor store.
As Scar once said. Be prepared! For the shit show of what's coming tonight
I have just found the cubicle of sustenance. And I will rejoice at all the families that have not found this magic. This vodka cubicle of magic.
Sorry I can't pick up... thought process is fine but too stoned to form words.
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