All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
i am high, trapped with a bunch of skaters and asians watching a cat on lsd on youtube, the girl on the couch next to me is getting fingered, and there is lady gaga playing. god has forgetten about me
I just saw a dude get out of an ambulance with nothing but wallabees on
I wouldnt endorse that guy if he was walking in a walkathon to raise money for a disease i had
The only thing that makes me want to stop the affair is that I am the Monica Lewinksy in this triangle.
i miss our vodka / percocet laundry days.
I cant feel my face. Like I dont even know if I have one. I wish I had a helmet
I'm watching a man in drag spread food products on his face my life is spiraling out of control.
I haven't been motivated enough for a shirt. And only half the day was bra-worthy.
and if planning a fake elopement keeps me from fucking strangers and doing drugs, i think it's good for me
Was expecting a sext from Kristi and then my mom randomly sent me a pic of her ugly Xmas sweater. Worst. Buzzkill. Ever.
I'm so hung over that I just tried to send you a screen shot of the cracked screen on my phone.
I'm watching Netflix with my cats and eating homemade bread. Everyone and everything can go and fuck itself.
If you find my integrity anywhere, please tell it to come back home
I think I should've done my makeup before I took the acid. Because now I just feel silly looking at myself in the mirror
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