clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
Of course im so fucked up sarah. I fight away tornadoes.
Looks like I will be paying for the roofie I slipped myself in 9 months.
He tried to blame not having a condom on the economy.
and he thought i came like four times in 2 mins. my leg just kept cramping up
don't let me wipe my vag with a dirty leaf outside of mcdonalds ever again.
I'm chatting with a girl missing a front tooth. I find it quite distracting. I'm sure you have deduced what bar I'm drinking in on this monday night.
I don't know if this whole sobriety thing is going to work out... It's only been 3 days and I want to chug vodka
Apparently from about 3-5AM I was consoling that crying stripper about her life choices.
I honestly think she should have her own reality show called "Lowering the Bar" and it consists of a camera crew following her from Bar to bar hooking up with unsuspecting drunk attractive men.
After that song played in the club all he kept drunkenly saying was "Birdman goes brrrrrr"
I woke up to pizza pinned to my wall. So that's that.
My heart says buy the granny panties, but my vagina says don't throw in the towel yet.
I just want someone to put their head on my boobs and laugh at my jokes ....
sitting in the prison waiting room in my boyfriends clothes. looooong story.
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