4:33 am: Sleep on left side of my bed. T-shirts are second drawer on left side, boxers top right. I don't wake up when lights are on so feel free in my room..
I woke up this morning and "The Wood" was on tv. Touche TBS, touche.
Now that I'm the boss, there's nobody to yell at me for smelling like a bar in the morning.
With sake I got over my irrational fear of seafood. Now I just fear sake.
I woke up naked in my own vomit. Not even in my bed. No one is happy.
"Tuesday" and "open-bar" shouldn't be used in the same sentence.
He's in bed with me right now. I'm wearing a towel and all I could wish for is my freedom. And pizza.
There is nothing scarier than watching yourself breathe in the mirror while on shrooms.
but he gave me mouthwash after the bj. no ones ever done that for me before.
Was that picture taken before or after I supposedly punched him in the face?
Your list of "good ideas" thumbtacked to the lampshade last night consisted of nothing but "tampon-pen" with a note indicating that girls could then always have something to write with, even naked.
We're like adult pinky and the brain when they decided that taking over the world is unrealistic so they aim lower by trying to get drunk every day.
I've drank literally 19 beers and am still good. Utah is worthless
I'm making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.
Pride log, day two. Noticing more bruises and scrapes. Liver functions probably very lowered.
Randomize
