i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
I just hit a new low..poured my beer in an empty coke can so I could drink in walmart.
Bad news is I found gravy in my nightstand again.
You know just sitting here carrying on a conversation with a 5 yr old about why there is puke at the landing of the staircase
This morning I learned I traded my sunglasses for a Big Lebowski sticker at the football game.
Yes, he made a MIX CD for our booty call...
It's home.......I'm going to the store in disguise to get skittles and cake frosting. Then I'll eat the frosting in a dark corner while I cry and wonder what I did to deserve this.
At one point I was giving him a handjob and I started singing Call Me Maybe
Attempted to dodge my boyfriends cum last night and ended up falling off the bed and getting the worlds most painful charlie horse. fuck my life.
Posh spice and Baby spice both in one night. Fantasy complete. God bless halloween.
When you wake up, I have a unicorn coloring book, crayons, mini cupcakes, and booze.
I lost the right to judge tonight
If you hear death cries, thats me singing. Just let me be.
is it fun? or sober?
Tell me that I didn't just get ash in my Russian and just mix it TF in bc who cares and life has no meaning.
Randomize