life lesson# 3: saying thank you on a subway really means "im not a native new yorker, so please feel free to touch my ass"
hmm. interesting. explain how you came across this knowledge.
i sneezed. he said bless you. i said thank you. he groped. i again said thank you.
the brownie started to kick in before i finished the essay... it became a race against my own increasing intoxication
Yes. It's so easy to pack to leave when you've thrown away half your clothing cause it smells like vomit.
I swear this girl is like a Cross between Danny Devito and Anne Heche....the Lesbian Years.
Great News, you CAN smoke bowls with a magnifying glass
It's a special occasion. Hence the 151.
Did you see the video of me eating a marshmellow on fire?
I remember halftime. Then I woke up in Spain. I need a drink in order to process this.
I woke up last night a kitchen floor with my shirt off and I love America written on my leg in eye liner
I know he's not here, but I can still see him. I found some of my old stash and its good shit so its expected to see sunlight at night and scary llama men. Midgets or otherwise.
We found him flat on his back, sobbing, 'fuck you stars' at the sky. No more everclear for Derek.
Passing out drunk in my therapists lobby may not be the best way to confirm my "stability"
PEOPLE ARE STILL EATING FAJITAS IN DROVES. BY THE CASELOAD. THERES A FORKLIFT OF SIZZLING MEATS.
don't let your emotions get tangled in that sexy beard of his.
I'm fine. Heading home now...crying. Michael Bolton totally understands me!
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