just went home with some hot chick. she has posters of the jonas brothers in her room. i basically ran out of the house.
I have no morals, kinda like you have no standards
None
we'll hang out once this whole, "your friends are robbers and drug addicts" thing blows over with my parents.
it was like my fingers were behind enemy lines
The arresting officer told me "you probably get this a lot, but you look like anthony kiedis".
I put labels all over the house on things I think are mine. A cactus, the dog, and a bottle of wine.
I don't know if I have the sustained energy level for partying hard
Not a choice. You are mistaking my comments as options. My statements are facts. This is what is happening.
I feel like I just gave a blowjob to a freight train.
I'm sitting at work trying to dust glitter off my pants. I can't hang out with her anymore.
She's calming us down by shoving oreos in our mouths
I just finished packing for spring break, took me 4 minutes. To be fair though I only put my trunks, a pair of underwear, and 50 condoms in my bag.
this new dose of ADD meds is totally being waisted with the unemployed new graduate thing if only I could add my hyper focused side effects to a coverletter
Is it bad that I'm using the photo I took for my fake ID as my linkedin profile pic?
with the way the semester is going, being a stripper is starting to sound better and better everyday
so hungover. idk whos house or comp im on
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