piss drunk stupid, or at least we should have been
Quick post, mainly for the pics. Summary: Jam on friday; me, Lauren & Caitlin. Drunk, McDonalds, cell, guys on corner, party = lame, drink/smoke, lameness, drink, call cab at 12ish. Saturday morning: pancakes, smokes, in depth conversation about the meaning of life, love and the pursuit of drugs, then a smoke on my roof.
Beeeaaammmm!
Lauren passed out on Nathan's bed. His mum is cool, she went around asking the people on E if they needed any water. This girl named Angel sat next to me the whole time & helped me fend off drunk guys who wanted to shave Lauren's eyebrow off, and this fat girl who wanted to dump beer on her. Wiggers are so fucking annoying. I want to punch most of them in the face. Though they do a good job of doing that to themselves.
That is most definatly me, taking of picture of my self, tipsy on my bed.
Lauren rocking my mobster hat.
Cait goes all Danny Soprano on your ass.
I, however, look like a quaker in it. I might as well churn some butter and milk the cow while I'm at it.
LMFAO! hawt like your mom on crack.
My bitches. My room. My clothes. oh yeah.
Dy-no-miiite!
No one is sure exactly how Brad Pitt ended up in my room... or why there are so many fingerprints over his abs.
♥ Fight Club >:) bitches.
Honky-tonk cat.
This is what I see when I wake up. That's right. (Actually I really like this pic, Lauren looks so peaceful and serene and contemplative.)
[note to stalkers: the window to the right leads out to the roof above the garage. Feel free to knock anytime between the hours of 9 & 2 am]
On my roof. We tanned our ankles and fingers, (because it was warm yet fucking frigid windy!) and then yelled at random people going by. Some black kid told us to jump off and give him a boner. So I gave him my finger.
Can you believe her eyeshadow stays on all that time, without even fucking SMUDGING?! Gawd.
Play that funky music white boy.
You didn't expect that, did you? My cousin Eric. He can do other things than blow bubbles in chocolate milk. This pic is from that night me and all 27 of my relatives went to the Mandarin a week ago.
I think Syd would appreciate this pic. Because I appreciate muffins.
blood on her skin,
dripping with sin.
Do it again,
living dead girl.
& ♥ rob zombie
Beeeaaammmm!
Lauren passed out on Nathan's bed. His mum is cool, she went around asking the people on E if they needed any water. This girl named Angel sat next to me the whole time & helped me fend off drunk guys who wanted to shave Lauren's eyebrow off, and this fat girl who wanted to dump beer on her. Wiggers are so fucking annoying. I want to punch most of them in the face. Though they do a good job of doing that to themselves.
That is most definatly me, taking of picture of my self, tipsy on my bed.
Lauren rocking my mobster hat.
Cait goes all Danny Soprano on your ass.
I, however, look like a quaker in it. I might as well churn some butter and milk the cow while I'm at it.
LMFAO! hawt like your mom on crack.
My bitches. My room. My clothes. oh yeah.
Dy-no-miiite!
No one is sure exactly how Brad Pitt ended up in my room... or why there are so many fingerprints over his abs.
♥ Fight Club >:) bitches.
Honky-tonk cat.
This is what I see when I wake up. That's right. (Actually I really like this pic, Lauren looks so peaceful and serene and contemplative.)
[note to stalkers: the window to the right leads out to the roof above the garage. Feel free to knock anytime between the hours of 9 & 2 am]
On my roof. We tanned our ankles and fingers, (because it was warm yet fucking frigid windy!) and then yelled at random people going by. Some black kid told us to jump off and give him a boner. So I gave him my finger.
Can you believe her eyeshadow stays on all that time, without even fucking SMUDGING?! Gawd.
Play that funky music white boy.
You didn't expect that, did you? My cousin Eric. He can do other things than blow bubbles in chocolate milk. This pic is from that night me and all 27 of my relatives went to the Mandarin a week ago.
I think Syd would appreciate this pic. Because I appreciate muffins.
blood on her skin,
dripping with sin.
Do it again,
living dead girl.
& ♥ rob zombie