Call me when you're up
Great dream, you were in it
Our house smells like week old pizza, beer cans, cigarettes, and depressing career tracks....get lysol.
Tonight has been like a good ass fucking high school movie
He made a note in his iPhone tonight so that he would remember that I rejected him.
Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
my life trainwreck boards at 9:30
There is a limo involved. Man up, and make yourself puke. Its only one more night of blacking out.
They can be so fun, drunk bruises are like clues to the treasure of what actually happened last night. "why do I have a bruise on my belly button? oh right. i was trying to turn my stomach off so I would stop throwing up."
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
The only thing I regret was that he was wearing a scarf when we made out.
I'd say it's his fault for never running us through proper protocol for "catching your RA in the middle of him banging some girl"
See, I'm just thinking of how...angular my room is. You probably would have sustained brain damage
Overheard a drunk girl talk about how when she's drunk she believes in more than one God
why the fuck is there hamburger meat in the toaster. i repeat: WHY THE FUCK IS THERE HAMBURGER MEAT IN MY NEW TOASTER
you could be the only one getting laid right now....yet your sitting in here making goat noises
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