I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
One of my students just wrote an essay on how ninjas, like drug addicts, must realize they need help before they can get better...I gave it an A+
Just woke up on a couch in the FIJI house with 2 missed calls from someone I saved in my phone as "Some DU Kid Named TJ Maybe"
you make me proud to be your friend
and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
just spent all of my last class as a college student, vomiting in the bathroom. its moments like these i will cherish
Oh god. There is a bite mark in the bar of soap. Please tell me I was not that wasted.
I stumbled into my living room at 4 a.m. to find him hurling my laptop across the room and his pants around his ankles. Clearly his night didn't go as planned.
Apparently I joined a band last night. Definitely my favorite blackout.
At one point in time, he cried and said I didn't appreciate him.
I lull them into a false sense of security with my gayness. Then when they're vulnerable, I strike, like a snake. A big non-gay snake, with huge balls.
Whos eating a bunch of acid and watching fireworks tomorrow? This guy. Thats who.
If I shaved my pubic hair into a heart for valentine's day how much would you judge me?
I've got to stop fucking tourists. If Chicagos piazza is anything like their dicks. I'm moving.
Have you ever hotboxed under your comforter? Best. Decision. Ever.
I have just received a gold-medal-deserving sext. He wrote me a fucking novel. Not only am I incredibly turned on but I am beyond impressed. He is the sext god. I must bow to him.
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