going to class early so i have time to go on the moonbounce. this is why i go to art school.
I swear, you have an app for that. "Attention: your boyfriend is pooping. Place call?"
so just incase I die tonight I'm making a list of people that I don't want to be let in to my funeral
They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
Well if it makes you feel any better I threw up at Roadhouse. And then on the way to the train. And then in a water fountain. And then in a plastic bag on the train.
Got high and weighed everything in the house. My head is 16.2 pounds. Is that ok?
What can I say, your life is charmed. I'm on the couch trying to decide whether or not to puke again.
Its 6:30 and I'm shotguning a busch ice while taking a shit. Outlook for work today: interesting
please visit steve this weekend, he is getting mature and responsible and shit which scares me.
I'm crossing my legs while pooping. Taking a shit has never looked so proper.
I'm suffering a hangover from deep within. I feel like the half of the parts of my body are permanently laced with alcoholic substances
Things were going really well until his cousin showed up. She told him I look kind of like his mom, which started a ten-minute debate on my and his mother's specific features, and ultimately, who is prettier. Guess who my date picked.
there is a tent in the living room. its a vip tent room. i want in.
Seriously if we go to rome ur fucking me into the sunset on a wrought iron balcony overlooking Vatican City
I really wanna treat my body good. Because i plan on doing drugs
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