White coat. Heels.
Standing here next to my mom talking to my friend trying to act like he doesn't sell me E every weekend.
i was laying in her brothers bed, in his old room. and i kept getting the chills. i didn't know if it was a draft or the ghosts of BJ's past.
He said "I wish they sold 40's in bars".. and a business plan came to mind. Maybe I CAN do something with my degree...
we've coined the Sunday morning ritual of taking out our puke-filled trash cans as The Trash Of Shame
I just peed in a flower pot on the veranda while crying and holding a drink
It's 11am on 4/20 and I'm already in urgent care.
Tonights drinking will be celebratory and victorious. Picture the end of The Mighty Ducks set to beer.
I was on my way last night when some asshole yelled "make better life choices" out the window of his car. I felt so self conscious I went home.
Well am going to a strip club before sun down, I dont think anything good can come from that.
Not after That Night. No. I hate tequila. And it hates me. Very mutual hateship going on.
All I know is I woke up with his business card in my bra and in my handwriting on the back it says 8 inch.
It just makes sense. It's like I end a relationship, and wash myself of sin... with tequila.
sarahs drunk and is drawing dinosaurs all over the apartment. should i stop her?
whats she drawing them with?
eyeliner
no that's ok
You spent the entire night trying to catch pigeons and hugged a homeless guy and then gave him a pregnancy test.
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