john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
look what he's done to me, i actually want to be a stripper now.
In my defense it was my birthday and I really wanted to do it.
I just fell off my chair and knocked over the table. People are staring. That hungover.
We totally just fucked in a closet. These vacations with his family are causing creativity I never thought I had.
we walked in to her beating him with a broom while he was trying to sweep ramen into a box. there were packing peanuts everywhere.
I woke up on a futon in some strangers house. They were eating pizza and told me everything was going to be fine.
I woke up and found 10 txts from him. All sent at 6:30 am, and all about the muffin man.
Vodka @ 9pm. Library. Nothing can go wrong, I promise.
We were both halfway out the window trying to give each other high fives over the roof while the dude was going 150.
he quoted the bible to break up with me
We smoked weed. AS A FAMILY. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
Seltzer and cocaine. Life is flawless right now.
if people come over to pregame will you hide my Oreos
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
Randomize
