well on the bright side, he charges $60 for an eighth
so he'll probably take me somewhere nice
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
woke up next to her writing my name in some journal. apparently she makes every guy she hooks up with sign out.
my advisor is telling us the best way to sneak in alcohol on move in day. I definately picked the right college
ugh i can't even wear this perfume anymore. it just brings back blurry memories of blowjobs and regret.
Ya but I plan to getting arrested more towards the end of summer
He paid me $20 to swallow a baggie of glitter, which turned out to be the best decision I've ever made. My vomit has never been prettier.
But today feels so special with katie getting herpes and me cleaning my room. Good things are happening.
I haven't even booked my flights yet and I have my drug supply sorted
Pitting the remainder of the bottle against my hangover. I'm expecting an all out cage match for my soul and wellbeing.
Lets get coked out and steal a parrot this summer
Now I'm having a post-sex brownie. Is this the life? I think it might be
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
Is it just me or did we have a heart to heart talk while you were naked last night?
No offense, but I don’t think I would want to see him in anything skimpier than a hazmat suit.
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