Walk of Shame. In a state park.
I woke up this morning naked, with a to-go box from Qdoba, an entire meal completely untouched. I have been piecing together my night to find some answers. I feel like Nancy Drew.
You deserve yourself a blunt and a build a bear.
I started making breakfast to subdue the hangover and last of the shrooms and only got as far as eating a half frozen pierogi out of a dixie cup.
It's not slutty if it's for workout purposes...right?
By the third Id pass back i figured the bouncer had fucked one of us.
I defriended her. I just can't support someone whose profile picture is of their water birth.
The guy who bit me so hard two nights ago that I had to put Neosporin on my nipple and the guy in my bed right now are two different people. Help
DONT TALK SHIT ABOUT LUNCHABLES
Yes I am wallowing. There is a significant lack of cookie dough
I just watched an old episode of Daria while eating brownies to cure day drunkness. Clearly I'm winning at adulting today.
Vodka for breakfast. With a side of Frankenberries. Don't judge me.
i'm really sorry, but i'm just not sober enough to make good decisions.
drunk boyfriend and drunk me are NOT meant for each other
I don't know what it is about this quarantine, but I have never written this much smutty fanfic in my life and I am loving it!
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