OwMyHeadOwMyHeadOwMyHead......
Can you please call back later? I just can't deal with you at 7:30 am.
I'm pretty fucking far from okay.
Holy shit! Was that Mary?!?!?
Damn, that's an ugly baby.
Look at all these fucking bread crumbs.
I find your lies entertaining, actually...
My hair smells.
What the fuck did I touch?
I refuse to puke.
I hope you enjoy your skiing trip on Brokeback Mountain.
When will my computer be fixed? I'm missing myspace to the point where I'm breaking out in hives.
It's probably best if I don't stand up.
I guess I missed garbage day.
Nothing cures a hang over like Guers Orange Drink.
I've got to throw those tulips away.
Mmmm...boxed wine.
Please do not call me back...like, ever.
Anyone who calls before noon is not your friend.
This is the closest thing to jammies that I could have worn today.
I'm actually a lot nicer when I'm hung over.
Nice park job. I wasn't even trying to parallel.
Does it mean I'm an alcoholic if I'm hung over and craving boxed wine?
Does it make me an alcolohic if I'm just craving boxed wine? I don't even like that stuff.
If Bob Dylan hadn't changed his name, Marc Bolan would have been Marc Boman.
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