hope someone live-tweets my funeral and uses the hashtag 'willisdead'
someone from the drum n bass party in the living room just flooded the bathroom with urine
children's song titled 'if you're happy and you know it, you've never had sex with me'
time traveling three hours into the future via drugging myself
someone just yelled at me to get ready for my breast implants
just googled 'what is the point of a tiny sauce pan'
klonopin induced inability to disembark the plane without falling over
rick ross shrugs three times, rolls his shoulders back, grunts twice, and leaves the bathroom unsure whether he truly believes
feel like i can't smile because my mustache is too heavy
jock at my high school used to say 'so many cocks in my ass' to suggest that he was in a frustrating or uncomfortable situation
just nicknamed someone 'bird-shit danny'
turns out you can't just write 'xanax' on a piece of paper and hand it to the pharmacist and get xanax here
feel like a sim that has to pee/has just pissed itself. except substitute the pissing with hitting my head on every surface in my home
i want a macarthur grant to take adderall and browse the internet
tao lin idly masturbating while browsing the xanax tag on tumblr
my psychiatrist collects clocks and they all tick at different intervals. seems like a good business strategy
on xanax trying to imagine dying. pretty convinced we don't really die
ppl cry during yoga because of hurt stored in muscles. ppl cry during emails for same reason
DNHC: desperately need human contact
pretending twin mattress is obese girlfriend #DNHC
the only country where you can hide from your feelings is xanax
want to give the world the silent treatment but i know it would be okay with that
dropped xanax. spent 5 mins on hands and knees. took off shoes i was wearing and checked in them. now, not taking drugs as punishment
don't cry over spilled xanax
the great xanax hunt of 2012
the xanax before time
xanax jesus warrior princess
adderall tooth fairy
spiderman who shoots webs of pcp
intense fear of xanax coma where i wake up with macbook split in half via lying on it so it doesn't close.
tweeting at you bitches is like jacking off in the dark. where's the love?
i keep tellin' bitches that the smell is part of the appeal, but it's not working. what am i doin' wrong?
presidential debate where the moderator is on pcp
hare krishna selling pot brownies, klonopin, and adderall in front of bobst
voting feels like the SATS in nightmares where you don't speak korean and you're taking the korean SATS
can't remember the last time i didn't take drugs
just hallucinated a picture of a horse onto my macbook screen. i can still sort of see the horse...