you were just eating all his cookies and kept mumbling "them crumblies" when the crumbs got on your shirt.
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
We should celebrate the resignation of Berlusconi tonight with too many bottles of wine and sambuca. We're allies, right?
I had a dream last night where I used the marginal product rule to figure out how much more hangover I got per sip of four loko, econ is taking over my life...
He's high as balls tripping balls and doing a reenactment of the scene where Buzz jumps off the balcony and can't fly to his soundtrack of Toy Story.
That freshman kid successfully snuck into a college party, got caught, proceeded to jump out of a second story window without getting a scratch then met up with us a block away and somehow managed to get a bottle of grey goose in the meantime. He is truly blessed by the alcohol gods
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
I'm sorry but if you can't drink a bottle of wine without a glass, I do not think we can be friends.
No foreplay. Missionary. Too quick. And he owns a fedora.
I almost fell asleep reading that.
I almost fell asleep fucking it.
Did you feel uncomfortable?
For a little while. Then I got really high and ate a bunch of animal crackers out of some dudes pocket while we chilled on their super comfortable couch.
tonight at the bar some people told me that I have a sprit following me around.. that's the kind of shit that you laugh off till you're home alone.
One of my pillows is missing but it's cool because there is a beef stick.
I haven't gotten this high alone in a long time. I keep looking at the cat waiting for her to say something.
I went up to u at the bar, you grabbed my face and said, "hey you're Juan right?"
It's done, I'm done, goodbye veneer of class and dignity it was nice knowing you
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