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.
Whatever. They have the same name, so it's not even cheating. It's brand loyalty.
Just sold all of my pants in order to buy tonight's whiskey. Goodbye, high functioning alcoholism. Hello, Dad.
hes like the used car salesman of hook ups and closed the deal w my taking him home with me,as is,today
The only way I could get him to agree to hook up with her is telling him I'd hook up with him next week.
Ha ha. You should see the things I'm doing to my body at Bob Evans.
the whole "pretend to be sober/pull it together for my family" thing really blew up in my face when i threw up into my pillowcase.
I just saw the Mona Lisa in the background of a porno. Whole new appreciation for art. fuck you I'm cultured.
we started the countdown to drunken sledding this weekend.
A total of 95 cents was stuck to my ass the next morning.
Basically, what i'm trying to say is, if you don't have something, excuse or gift, to satisfy my anger i am going to look you in the eye and piss on the floor.
i've created a new STD.
IT IS NICKEL SHIT NIGHT
*shot. Why
I got fucked in a bat mobile this morning. Being slutty rules.
I dont know. He's too private. After you fuck him find out his secrets.
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