I went to blockbuster, where I always go when I need to soul searching
Despondent, hopeless, I decide on vantage point, because I vaguely resemble matthew fox (let me believe this, please)
It was cheaper to buy then rent, so now I'm stuck w/ a wretched hangover and I own this shit movie
I'm in that akward stage between jailbait and cougar
So. Camera broke because I tried to wash it under the sink, kristi had to take me home and I woke up to my computer showing me that I googled how t take more than one shot at a time. I'd say the night was a success.
I drove to my yoga class while eating a piece of bacon. Wow. I see myself in a whole new light.
Where else am I to apply my creativity?
I don't know. Anywhere productive and not involving sex toys would be a start.
I just had a formal request to dress as a boyscout for my meeting with Legal on Friday. From Legal. Time to go home.
According to FB I fucked in a field 365 days ago.
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
I have a broken liver
I see that the whole "let's take a break from drinking" has worked out really well for us.
I'd like to stay optimistic, but I have this nagging suspicion my penis is in for a disappointing holiday weekend.
Vodka and Jamison is not a mixed drink
He said I gave him the best head he's ever had and I bowed. I BOWED.
I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents.
I feel like people expect me to always be a sarcastic, shade throwing drunk. And you know me, I hate to disappoint.
I woke up to pee last night, got out of bed and proceeded to stand there because I had no idea where I was. Then, I heard my sexy as fuck personal trainers voice. Well-played blacked out me.
Randomize
