before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
They have a pepper shaker for pot.
I can count the number of hours she's been sober this weekend on one hand.
Dude in front of me just jumped out of line at Starbucks to go puke. Vegas in prime form.
Some clips from last night: grinded like I haven't since college. Took shots with a bartender with a bad ass mustache. Made up a string of lies with fake names and occupations. Slept behind the couch with pizza in my hand
One day, tell me please to stop buying shots when I'm overwhelmed. I might have just broken a tooth
I really shouldn't be this use to hearing "YOURE THAT GIRL?!?!"
Oh no. Not her. Her personality clashes with mine in ways that would make me wanna beat myself with a stick.
Got a text that the fed tax return dropped into my account just before getting on the first leg of my flights the Vegas. Fate? Viva Las Vegas!
Also, I would just like to reiterate my apologies for tearing up in the grocery store.
I folded my dollar bills into mustaches in preparation for our trip to the strip club
im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper "I'm not wearing underwear" but idk if thats a heartfelt apology
Just ate Panda Express. Fortune cookie had no fortune in it. I actually prefer this. Less broken dream potential.
For a second I thought that you were becoming a decent person again. I am glad I was wrong.
i am also 80% sure that my shirt glows in the dark.
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