sorry I missed your bday party.,I was vid chatting with that new guy I'm talking to all night...happy biirthday though
am i at home because theres a dig starrrrring at me and i dont know wit plus i haer sirens. run fast.
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
we turned studying into a drinking game, she drinks when she gets it right, i drink when she gets it wrong. so we'll be out soon
Fuck morning classes. Fuck early work. Fuck anything in the morning that doesn't involve sleeping, sex or bacon.
That's why she's the girl with her life together and you're the girl with the penis drawn on your car.
On the bright side his mom approves of me. Though it's apparently because she sleeps with married men and has a soft spot for "fellow homewreckers"
There is a pile of hair outside the apartment next door. At least now I know what all that shouting was about last night.
I am 100% planning on being drunk on Wednesday. This is America. Work or no work.
Matt. This is the manager of qdoba. Pick up the phone. Your friend needs you.
He managed to find a wheel chair and a super mario hat, now hes rolling around screaming "real life mario kart!"
I'm sure I'll run in to him again, there's only so many VA detoxes.
He got in a fight. Then called me drunk to see if he should bail his friends out, or walk through a Taco Bell drive-thru. True love.
I just got a robo call from the Addiction Help Line. Not sure how to take that.
He somehow obtained a megaphone and managed to scare away the out-of-control house party—the house party that HE started, by the way— by pretending to be the police.
Randomize
