i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
i knew you were okay when you wanted to eat in the ambulance
The fish's death was accidental. We all said a few words at his funeral. Roomie wanted to play only the good die young as he swirled down the toilet bowl
I left boob prints on the hood of his car. Something to remember me by.
On monday, while we were having crazy monkey sex, I earned $82. Vacation pay rocks.
he needs to stop knowing everyone on campus...it's making cheating on him really difficult.
I just realized I consumed seven different types of alcohol this weekend. And I'm only counting jungle juice as one of those. How the fuck did I not die?
i'm exhausted. do you know how hard it is to put together an outfit that is professional enough to secure a babysitting job yet slutty enough to let him know i'm down for sex during naptime?
There something about a girl that pirates lemonade off a restaurant fountain as a mixer that I find intriguing.
You know the cave of wonders in Aladdin? That's how I feel about his apartment. Except with blow and other treasures.
Seriously, fuck work.
uh yea I'm curled up in the trunk of my car
The hospital waiting room is starting to become a very familiar place to me.
I just want to drink bourbon and have sex and then eat like, a Christmas cookie.
I thought you were dead but then you asked me if your tits looked good. They did.
I’m going to have to rewatch all of them. Drugs, man.
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