Just saw some guy walking down the street rapping about various types of pasta.
I kind of feel like guidos are mythical creatures.
I vomitted in the hotel where they film gossip girl last night. Everywhere.
I woke up this morning next to a stack of saltines & a txt from u saying "do it." it took me a second to remember wat was going on
Oh, and thanks to you. I'm now stuck in the living room, held hostage, listening to my roommate's "How I discovered I was bi" story. FUCK YOU.
Worst case scenario: I have VD and will die. That's the worst that could happen. As long as I'm around long enough to see the winner of bachelor pad, I'm cool
OK am i seriously the only one who thinks Cocaine Tuesdays is a bad idea?
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
Jäger goes great with personal crises and receding morals...
My google history for last night included "Whre is johns house" and "wher can i buy nukes?" Pretty sure they're related to one another.
I think it was a smart move. Quickest way to get over a guy, hook up with his friends.
But lunch with my dad really just means an hour and a half of him telling me how he's disappointed and how he knows I'm on drugs
Woke up in a hotel room with some random guy then walked over a mile to the bus stop where I laid down and waited on the bus. GREAT NIGHT
Apparently I've texted the word shitfucked so much it auto-completes it now.
Did I tell you about the swingers? Because I think they're trying to trap me.
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