the recession has oofficially hit my standards.
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
i make out with random ppl when i drink he shouldnt feel special
this dieting is killing me...just started drooling watching a dog food commercial
just peed in the tub. didnt notice the passed out drunk guys there until a minute in
And it looks like I sent you 4 failed attempts at the word "hey." Sorry about that.
Found my phone laying in a snow angel outside my apt this morning.
Chicken salad taco, you know, when you're out of bread and crackers, and high.
I feel like everytime I call him he's either fucking or getting into trouble. It's really disturbing that he presses the answer button and then proceeds to fuck her harder.
If you're knocked up, we're telling everyone it's mine and that the power of our love overcame the inherent reproductive limitations of two vhagines.
I found his belly button lint in my hair. Can't say it was worth it.
In honor of today being Sunday I am day drinking and watching Grey's Anatomy all day. ALL DAY.
I hope the lord has blessed you with many tampons, child.
I think the God that I only kind of believe in, definitely hates me.
It'd be good to change things up a bit, right now the only public service I'm doing from my apt is hanging out in my underwear with the lights on.
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