home. puking in laundry basket.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
It's like alcoholism for beginners at my kitchen table.
the only time i'm productive on weed is when i drink.
there's a wings menu taped to my wall. don't tell me i don't have my priorities straight.
I told the girl in his bed not to bleed on his sheets like the last one.
She left me naked in my bed and without my phone I had her give me her phone number on the calculator on my laptop. It might be fake.
Had the best sex Thursday night then Friday night I met his girlfriend. The worst thing is we became friends like she gave me her number.
I walked out in my coconut bra, and that's when it all went downhill.
In fairness you've introduced me to a lot of people I've only met once, for like 5 seconds, while drunk
It's so Britney 2007, you know?
Like when your most normal sex dream is you being a prostitute, you know it's been one long ass dry spell.
I just got the high sucked out of me. Fuck.
I'm so drunk I forgot what to do to go pee.
Was it a bad idea to have spent all of my tax return on coke?
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