the day after is always just damage control
Here's the thing. I'm really high and have lots of questions about lightning.
Also, I've sobered up around 5am, in Delaware. I remember making this decision, and highly regret it now.
I told him I'd rather have sex with his father last night. I'll admit now that I was drunk.
All of our toilets in my house are broken. Thank God I've practiced peeing in the sink enough.
Did we literally take a cab across the street
Luckily my prof thought I was puking from nerves and gave me motivational mini speeches the entire final.
Daquari drive throughs 24 hours a day. LORD HAVE MERCY
Last night I passed a kidney stone as I came inside her. Worst. Experience. Ever.
Oh yea... In other news I've decided to get an external hard drive and start getting music from all the guys I'm fucking... Do you think a terabyte would be enough storage space?
When I said tequila slammers would be the death of me, I didn't intend it to be today. Oh god.
Like I feel like I use my high IQ for the wrong things
That works. I won't care. I'll be a mermaid. Mermaids don't give a fuck.
Especially drunk mermaids.
I can't find the remote or the Doritos. Someone call 911. S.O.S. I sent this in Braille.
Sorry I missed your call earlier. I was getting high with my high school band teacher.
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