Just fell off a train. Bad.
Remember that dream I told you about where I shit out my own skeleton? I had it again last night.
Pick my eyebrow is burning. I'm sitting in the back of dolows vat and listening to jolly music and wilfgang is signing and looking food. Cute kid. Home is where I go now.
what. the. fuck.
the extent of background information i have on her is minimal, but it will get me in her pants
His parents had a bottle of captain morgan on the table for me when I went for dinner. I feel accepted
All I'm saying is that whoever owned the wheelchair clearly didn't need it or they wouldn't have been able to leave it there
His concept of male bonding is doing lines in adjacent stalls.
All I remember is doing a naked tuck and roll of your bed.
I don't go on dates. I watch tv and play with dicks. dinner is a situation.
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
I'm so hungover. I just keep eating the otter pops I'm trying to use to get rid of my hickies.
I picked up the bartender so he could open the bar early and ended up with him giving me a ride home when he closed. I like snowdays and everything, but they get really expensive. Also, I think I threw up on his front door. Not checking.
Did we smoke in a portapotty last night? And if so, do you think the brown stuff covering my body is actually dirt?
No, it's ok. He's Greek. To him I'm just a light drinker, not an alcoholic.
Visibly drunk girl eating alone at a souplantation just spilled salad all over her body. It was me
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