I'm not high anymore, I decide when it's done.
i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
he told me he once ran a blackmarket liquor store out of his house. thats all it took for me to go home with him
Yeah that's one way to look at it on the other hand MY FUCKING BED CAUGHT ON FUCKING FIRE
He graduated with honors. I've seen him kneeboard on dry ground and run a razor scooter into a wall...anyone can graduate with honors
I just had someone I don't even know on Facebook message me saying it seems like I drink too much and should slow down.
I know. I know. The man who pulled me from my mother's womb was the same man who had his fingers in my vagina today. My life is a joke. I don't know how to feel about this.
Lying on this bed is like lying on love and marshmallows and joy
We were tripping too hard to figure out to tell him where we were so we sent a picture of me laying outside the tent saying "find us"
I will always make you feel special and slightly offended. That's my job.
your ability to divide cases of beer among any given group of people equally was missed.
The best part of the night was you shouting "I have to take the LSAT tomorrow" between shots of fireball.
So apparently being drunk at work isn't allowed.. who knew?
Did we actually play with swords last night or did I dream that?
Uess honpr I rememebrt hEzS cuter
You'll have to translate that into sober in the morning.
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