i'm only drinking out of pineapples from now on.
Ryan Ross and Jon Walker left panic at the disco today.
I predict a mass suicide of the 14 year old girl population...
Spotted: forty year old in red dress, cigarette in hand, squatting to pee by railroad tracks. Hello future.
oh vodka. i could write you a sonnet.
do you remember wearing her cheetah rainboots and making bacon shirtless?
She's gonna be fat in the future. On a side note I had a "It's not you, it's me." conversation with a bottle of jack last night.
They're taking me to ER. Mistasnkingly. Come get me.
He scratched off my spray tan. Literal nail marks down my back. Can't imagine what's underneath his fingernails.
We picked up some guys dressed as shamrocks at taco bell. I will text you with further information.
Remember how he wouldn't sleep with me "out of respect"? Well, Mr. Respect just fingered me in a parking garage.
Is it possible to rally from a drunken seizure?
How are you feeling?
Hungover as shit. Someone just knocked on my window to make sure I was alive. I have been sleeping in the drivers seat for an hour parked outside my store. That is how okay I am.
One last thing: he lists glow sticks and tacos as things he can't live without. How would we not be friends??
What happened to no more shots?
It went out the window just like my dreams
I feel kind of like we’re in a gang and tonight is one of those “people are gonna know not to fuck with us” type of nights. And then tomorrow I am going to learn to pole dance. I’m not really sure how I got to this point in my life… but I like it.
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