i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
while i was sleeping he changed my screen saver to his dick with a heart frame around it. I just might be falling in love.
Is this girl REALLY making a smoothie in the bathroom right now?
Drunk me forgot I'm not an 18yr old raver anymore. Adult me is now in pain.
its warm now so i can go back to sleeping with guys based on their fuckability rather than how much warmth they generate.
We'll talk about this tommorrow when I'm not mistaking my fingers for French fries....
It's just weird. It's like Big Bird dating Meg Griffin.
I WANT TO. I JUST IMAGINE HIS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HEAD INBETWEEN MY LEGS AND I BREAK DOWN AND START CRYING.
I stood in my living room with two beers in my hand asking these said beers if they were going to drink each other. I then insisted that I would drink them and chugged both. Happy Halloween.
if anyone knows where my shirt is please let me know and if you know why I don't have my own shirt please also let me know. also do any of you know why I'm missing a bra wire?
Update: that felon in Georgia I slept with is now a police officer. What a wonderful world
Lord give me the strength to not check my tinder messages at my grandmother's wake.
I just paid my school fees like a real adult who doesn't get accidentally drunk on a Tuesday night
Pride log, day two. Noticing more bruises and scrapes. Liver functions probably very lowered.
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