Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
i threw up in his kitchen sink and then used a measuring cup to drink water because i couldn't find a clean glass. i just threw up down the stairs. it's gonna be a long walk home.
I kept grabbing at Stephanie's boobs because I thought the leopard spots on her dress were popcorn.
im gonna make a bucket list just so i can cross off "underwater blowjob"
I'm finding that as the end of the quarter approaches, the list of things I refuse to do sober keeps getting longer.
At the party. I feel like I just walked into a lifesize blunt.
blah blah blah they called me an alcoholic because I threw my beer at a Jesus freak. it was for the best
Sometimes I look at the people in school that are obviously very diligent and on top of their studies, and then I wonder why they don't smoke weed.
my binge eating and her being stoned all the time has reduced us to a bowl of chinese candies, frozen bacon and a stick of butter, we do however have enough alcohol to start our own liquor store.
I have a lot of questions this morning, most of them start with "Did I..."
You left your underwear in a sandwich bag on my kitchen counter.
she said she just "wanted a guy who she could cook breakfast for". HUGE MISTAKE. I'm never leaving
Remember the golden rule, wine is for baths, and beer is for showers.
I know EXACTLY where things went wrong with her...I didn't use Cheetos as a wooing tool.
Don't tell me you're on acid again
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