I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
Nakedness is not a toga. Just sayin
I am tired of kissing girls with mustaches.
walked right past julianne moore (on her walk of shame this morning) god i love new york. :)
Dude, she's just using you for your money, and Cavs tickets.
Honestly, what else do I have going for me?
You make a valid point.
They refer to his house as "the abortion clinic". Cant wait.
I hope this adventure ends at a hospital
Why not. Its my b-day, you're in town, I'm in town, bars are in town, and alcohol is in town. I don't see anything not good about those things.
I bet the guy on the treadmill next to me with the noise-canceling headphones wishes he could trade them for smell-canceling noseplugs. Hard to believe that last one did not involve any pants-shitting on my part.
okay. well, yeah. i'm a mess and a half. this shit is not what dumbledore died for.
It took me three days, but I managed to nearly get arrested on my way out of LA. Made it to the airport. Crisis averted, though. The real crime is, my flight is delayed two hours.
We have a little not a lot. We already rolled a blunt and named him Ron.
Drug test isn't today. Now I'm just sitting in this orientation with a bag of your piss in my pants
Right before he dumped me... he got a really ugly pair of pants. They were twill pants. A pinkish color. When I'm sad... I picture him in them. It makes me smile.
Only thing I have going for me is jacking off, weed, and saturdays
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