i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
ugh, today is just one of those 'get high before your 8am class' days.
I'm getting the same feeling waiting for the web-page to load that has my final grades that I get when I take a pregnancy test. I think I'm gonna leave my computer for 3 minutes.
She can't drink and she can't smoke weed. She might as well be dead to me.
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
She pointed at me and told her friend, I'm going to fuck him, its going to be really loud, so yes, i need the whole basement.
He scored a 8.5/10 on that girls powerpoint. Of course I slept with him
someone lit off fireworks while I puked in the street. I was like congratulating me for making it through homecoming.
I can't see straight with both eyes and ive only been at the bar for an hour. Someone else typed this for me.
Then he complimented me on how excellent I was at breathing through my nose
After we fucked he shhhh'd me and said your welcome
Still borderline I believe. As bad as this sounds, I feel God owes me one here and should not let his grandmother die till after my birthday
But he found my shoe...that at least deserves a handjob.
I'm washing down the sadness with shots of vodka.
Fruitcakes are only good for throwing at neo Nazis.
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