Probably should plan this out. Step one: grow stache. Two: get trenchcoat. Three: Kidnap Selena Gomez.
I had better be fucking involved with step four.
She is making me post-sex grilled cheese at 2 am wearing only shorts and cowboy boots. I am so in love
so high i just made my own version of grilled cheese using toast and spray cheese
here comes the puke
I woke up with a solved rubics cube in my purse
Harry Potter. Singing. Sobering up. In that order.
Just got Netflix. Dexter Marathon. Still in my PJ's. Only eaten cookie dough and drinking a 40. I have never reeked so strongly of lonely .
I'm more impressed with the spaghetti smoothie at the present moment.
So should I finish watching Space Jam and then get head? Or get head while secretly watching Space Jam?
Its a good night to get drunk in my onesie.
Whatever. I'll just fuck him now and deal with the clingyness later.
I'm also sorry that I ate your chicken sandwich while you were throwing up....
What is it about fresh air and wanting to talk about penises
I saved a sauce packet from taco bell that said "Free me" to use in my next break up.
Everythings in imax form. Space oddessys are formed. Adventure at every moment and everything is epic. My mouth hass lemons. Yum.
I wanna get to the point where I can just send a question mark and get an exclamation point in response
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