Should I text him? Life is confusing when you actually like someone instead of just wanting to blow them.
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
It honestly took me longer to beat Ninja Turtles: Turtles in Time, than it did to have sex with her the first time we met.
So he just rolled over in his sleep and said "that's a punctuation mark..."
I hope that he knows just because i pissed in his bed doesn't mean were together.
I feel like my uterus is decaying in my body
my heart is telling me chinese, but my head is telling me beer.
I need like a hormone stopper. Or a chastity belt. Or like a lady business alarm that goes off when I'm being too drunk.
Febreezed myself at a stop light on the way to the IRS office. Judgmental glare from some old lady in the car next to me, thumbs up from her husband.
Who the fuck superglued glowsticks to my arm.
im too broke to be in a relationship this close to the holidays
i'm so glad to be in bed i'd like to thank the acadermy
All that stuff they told us in middle school about drugs being easy to find was a bullshit lie.
My mom just said "okay girls, the ONLY thing i ask is that you stay sober Saturday afternoon, until halfway through lunch. And you don't wear that crystal camo hat. This is a funeral, not a tailgate party"
Best wishes.
Tonight is an "I'm lonely and single so I'm going to curl up in a warm, melatonin and vodka enriched ball in the corner of my bed with a cat." kind of night.
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