Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
I'm looking at pot farms on google earth. Google should be proud I found a real purpose for it to serve.
I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
I wish we were homeless so drinking on the streets was acceptable.
Her husband keeps getting drunk and making out with me. Good news is I found the strep carrier. Bad news is have strep again.
Apparantly 7 1/2 Vicodin is a 1/2 too many.
Oh we will ALWAYS be together. Or I'll have to delete my Facebook altogether. I've drunkenly boobie trapped photos of us into every album. There's no way I'd ever have the patience to go through that deletion process.
Sunday Funday has been cancelled indefinitely, due to lack of self control of all parties involved.
New found love of volunteering, when there's free wine available at all times. Good times. And I get to to feel good about helping people.
So question... If I'm sexting with uncircumcised guy, do I have to add *then i gently pull your foreskin down*?
Seriously bro? Indoor roman candle wars? I guess I'll never see that fucking security deposit again
i keep replaying things i did last night. and remembering new things. and its a constant cycle of torture
we just smoked for like ten hours and got froyo. not a bad start to the weekend.
fuck emotions I should've gotten more cats
P.s. I wore your shirt today and it has your blood all over it, but I am at a funeral home and they are using embalming fluid to get your blood stains out right now.
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