there's chicken and sequins in our bathroom sink. part of me almost wants to know what happened
My drug dealer is spending the weekend in my studio apartment. I feel like I've crossed a line that should never be crossed.
was just hit on by a homeless lesbian. forever alone.
So fucked up. Can't tell if I'm starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.
So that'd what fifty dollars of chicken at 7/11 looks like. Made it to work on time. Puked twice. BOOM.
I just realized I turned down a booty call too. To make cheesecake. God help us all
I love that your last three texts to me were "Drunk." "Getting laid." "In the hospital."
Mandatory 420 Adventure Time.
This is why we're friends.
Lets just say I chased with a burrito.
Honestly I think at this point I purposefully schedule nothing on Sundays anymore so I can spend all day wallowing in my shame.
You think you're smart. You're pretending to be asleep to save yourself from my hormonal pms mood swings. Unfortunately that only works against bears.
It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes.
then he told me my boobs feel like "if you put mushroom soup in a baggie." I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this.
He fucked me on the hood of my car outside his work, and now I'm paranoid that the doggie day care next door might have security cameras.
had more orgasms than hours of sleep last night
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