she refuses to pay for the plan b and so do i. it's the most dangerous game of chicken i've ever been involved in. but i have my pride.
if you're passed out when i get there i get to wear your banana costume and do awful things to you
at one point he was caressing me in the kitchen asking me my name over and over again and then asking what my favorite continent was
I tried to convince the Lobo Card people to take my pic with my sunglasses on because I will probably always be this hungover.
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
My bra is still on the porch...I'm leaving it as a reminder to get my shit together.
I'm seriously considering refraining from drinking on school nights.
I like how you say that with 4 school days left of the school year..
I mean I want to be happy but it's a train wreck that you can't look away from
You've got until 8 and then I'm kicking down your door and pouring a beer down your ass via funnel
Burritos, beer, and hot tub sex. Merry Christmas to me.
now to finish some work and then i think i'll work out. or garden. or at the very least I'll continue eating frozen grapes and take more drugs
so the casino kicked my ass last night, i'm pretty sure i hit a new level of hungover....just showered with my sunglasses on because the bathroom light is too bright
Dude. That's like masturbating until the point that you're going to climax, then stopping, waiting for a few seconds and then starting all over. While that does lead to an altogether more powerful orgasm, it's still annoying as hell until you get there.
I was not expecting that analogy.
No one ever expects that analogy.
I was looking at your nipple and it made me think of you
Well I hope so...
Just landed in Atlanta. Still drunk. I can't feel my face
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