well this feels familiar. awake at the crack of dawn laying in the fetal position praying for the sweet release of death. i think im done with jager for a while
Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
I've really got to stop smuggling half full bottles of beer out of bars in my purse.
The drunk teletubby stumbling out of the place tipped me off..
We almost died tonight..we almost die every night. but tonight was the closest by far
I feel like I'm taking part in a surprise porno. At least my hair looked good.
Ha ha. You should see the things I'm doing to my body at Bob Evans.
I just used my VA prescription bottle of xanax to get a military discount at the liquor store. I win.
Only you could get away with that.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
I think I fucked up my elbow when I tried to fight off the paramedics.
Phone keeps correcting good morning to "food moaning" and I like the way it thinks.
We almost ended up sober because of u!!
the fact that I always have. bottle of tequila in my purse is not helping my current sitch
I just got a robo call from the Addiction Help Line. Not sure how to take that.
I know that whole thing was awkward. Not worth the piece of cake.
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