I'm at the psychiatrist, and this lady is crazy.. she keeps yelling about how her HMO insurance gave her breast cancer? Adderall isn't worth this.
hahaha Yeah oh well, she wrote on my facebook wall, That's almost like a digital hand job
So i got in my car, the seats are leaned back, and soft soul music is playing. Wtf happened last night.
Just figured out why my bed smells like weed: I just found a bowl in my pillow case?
just got off the metro to throw up and got back on like it ain't no thang
really making moves this morning i see
was it good sex?
i mean it was good for how drunk we were. and for how big the closet was
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
According to FB I fucked in a field 365 days ago.
How was the birthday sex?
Shit got outta hand. Honestly I think even my STDs have STDs.
Awkwardly walking by your fuck buddy and waving a casual hi in his direction like nothing has happened is probably the best thing in my life
The amount of drugs I did this weekend make me concerned about my health but at the same time fascinated to see if I could do more
He said I could stop sending ass pics now and just say hello. I'm not sure if that means he's no longer interested, or that he's a gentleman??
She's in it for that fear factor ya'll. Obsession and stalking or nothing.
On a side note. I slept with a stuffed giraffe last night. Found it in my bed when I came home and snuggled with it. Drunk me reverted to being 2
kind of bad when u call a cop an asshole for driving you home from the bar
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