i live my life in a constant state of hangover.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
its totally unfair that im just as ill-prepared as a 16 year old but there's no tv show for 25 and pregnant.
There is no way I'm taking advice from somone who's idea of a balanced diet consists of vodka and lemon detox juice
Blood. All over. Pre coke adventure needs to slow down unless I'm involved
Things I learned last night: 1. Bacardi 151 is a one-way ticket to the toilet, 2. It is possible for a human being to turn into Mount Vesuvius
We smoked with this guy who looked just like Hyde from that 70's show in an alley. It was a divine moment in my life.
If anybody had to puke on my shoes, I'm glad it was you.
If he doesn't fuck you on the 4th of July, he doesn't really love this country.
We poured all the Fireball on the Slip and Slide and long story short I have two black eyes.
There's a possibility I may have hooked up with that British guy...
Possibility? You left the door open! Everyone saw!
Went home last night with that hot British guy. Sounded like I was f-ing in a Harry Potter movie.
I blacked out and when I woke up and looked at the counter.. there was a full cake upside down. I dont even understand ...
She lured me back to her place with pizza and tits. I was totally helpless
Not going to make it tonight. Some cougar at the bar just told me she has dibs on my dick.
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