found a dugout with weed in it in dad's car. decided to top up the weed compartment with salvia. for fun.
my hangover today makes thursday's feel like a bubble bath.
After a valiant attempt at golf, I think it's time for Tiger to go back to doing what he does best- having sex w/ blond, white women.
btw, her name was actually Alixx. in retrospect, it was pretty much a gimme
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
Land Before Time marathon. we drink every time littlefoot almost eats a treestar.
Update: I only have one shoe. The other one now belongs to the gods of jello-wrestling. May it rest in peace.
We all make mistakes. Just lock them up deep down inside your mind so they can surface as weird sexual fantasies it takes your therapist years to decipher when your 40
He's worked out some sort of arangment where all three of them are dating each other and they've all moved into an apt. with two king beds pushed together
A true beacon of hope in these dark times
Chipotle just hit me... I want to go sit in the corner of the shower and cry until morning.
There is a high possibility I will pass out with my hand in a bag of Doritos
my extended weekend of being as irresponsible as possible started with blowing the bartender in the bar bathroom. off to a good start.
my favorite part of this morning was sitting at the gynecologist smelling like cigarettes and wearing yesterday's clothes.
All I know is I woke up in the back seat of my car, with the engine on, and my gps navigated to florida.
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