Of course im so fucked up sarah. I fight away tornadoes.
I was so high last night. I wrote a poem about my salt shaker
My mom asked me if I was being satisfied, sexually. And then discussed positioning.
Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.
we need a dd. For wednesday. At lunch. What are we doing with our lives?
succeeding
when the police officer said he was gonna take a picture of the car accident, you asked if you should pose on the hood
I just found our entire wall-to-wall from September 2006 printed out and clipped... it's 49 pages. Blackout me is so considerate of bored-at-work me
He just kept screaming "I have democratic immunity" as the cops dragged him into the car.
He keeps texting me videos of fish swimming in his fish tank, so I think it's safe to say he's back on weed.
Leaving my wallet at work and not going out to drink tonight...SIGN FROM THE UNIVERSE.
The last thing I remember is singing hotel California with a hobo and asking every bald man I saw if I could touch his head.
Laziness has hit a new level. I'm out of clean sexy underwear and meeting a boy tonight so I'm having a thong delivered via post mates.
SHE MASTURBATED TO THE THOUGHT OF ME HAVING AN ALL DUDE THREESOME WITH HER EX BOYFRIENDS.
She was topless, yelling this is Sparta, threatening to push her dad into the sewer. I am pretty sure she won't be at school.
I just want to get high and watch Dr. Pimple Popper.
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