My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
Just got a lecture from Dad about how I need to be more responsible and start buying my weed in larger quantities so that i can save money. Like he was serious and kind of disappointed in me for not adapting to his method earlier.
I mean I gotta puke to be skinny, wax to be hairless, and drink to be fun. Life isn't easy.
he's werid. hell kiss me after i go down on him but he wont kiss me after i eat anything with mustard.
want the rest of his teeth to fall out while he slowly dies alone. Pretty sure I'm to the anger phase.
Actually, considering the facts that I am wearing a duct tape dress and eating a gas station quesadilla, I am pretty good.
Just paid off my possession ticket on 4/20. Helloooo awesome.
Some clips from last night: grinded like I haven't since college. Took shots with a bartender with a bad ass mustache. Made up a string of lies with fake names and occupations. Slept behind the couch with pizza in my hand
Brian got his first ever blow job last night. We should make him a scrapbook.
The hookup that almost was... Both partys too drunk to migrate to the other.... the universe has won this one.
I'm so happy I'm only on my second drink. That would have been the best idea ever if I was on my fifth.
Ran out of plates, so I'm using my sociology notes. Looks like they will finally have a practical use.
I woke up at 4am on the floor covered in olive oil and fire extinguisher powder but all I wanted to know was where the rest of my booze was at.
Never thought I'd say this, but getting head from a skeleton was better than I thought. Happy Halloween
I now know he's been cheating for a while. I also know HER name, address, phone number, Facebook account, religion and zodiac sign. I feel like I'm earning my restraining order. Point is, never fuck over a librarian.
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