i just peed in a port a potty and wiped with my credit card statement. fuck yeah!
so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together.
so just incase you wake up on the couch wondering how you got there--you came home at 7am, put ice in a cup--then you proceeded to put the cup in the microwave and melt it because you "wanted water". you then, fell down the stairs while saying "you don't know me" then crawled to the couch.
i decided not to call her again when she started singing "goodbye my lover" as i was walking out the door..
He said he wants to make an itinerary for the sex we'll have when I come home.
I need to find a more grown up way of dealin with a hangover at the office than pringles and mountain dew at 8:30 am...
I've come to the conclusion while folding laundry and watching porn that I may be dead inside.
I thought you just gave him blowjobs and he criticized your drug use.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
Guess I was throwing darts at a patrons head last night, lol! Black out
I just chugged whiskey at 7 AM because going to breakfasts at Brendas doesnt seem right if Im not real drunk. I feel like when Brenda takes my order she can tell Im drunk and will take care of me.
I mean in all honesty I would let James Franco shit on my chest. End of story
Wanna get mid day margaritas tomorrow if I'm still alive
I don't remember his name. I had whataburger on my mind and in my hands so I wasnt really listening
Damn that sucks I haven't needed pants the whole time i've been here
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