now everythime i write "i'm" in my phone my tap9 spells out "i'm-never-drinking-again". It's trying to remind me
five shots of tequila, anal and 3 cigarettes. not my best idea on a saturday afternoon.
Phease come get me i thought i was in a place i don't even understand
He said he used to draw on the walls with poop when he was a kid.
its time to go be "that drunk guy nobody knows"....again.
i blame lastnights decisions on friday the 13th
This was worse than the time that I shot a bald eagle.
how do you say happy birthday to the guy that almost got you pregnant? i cant just write the same thing as last year.
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
Judging by the hole in the wall by the door, the mis-matched shoes by the door, and the door hanging off one hinge... i'd say he's on the loose.
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
Wondering when "babysitting" formed into "sleeping on the couch for five hours nursing a hangover and giving the kids Nyquil."
Hahaahaah I keep finding little notes you left me on my physics notes... "TOO HIGH FOR BIRDS"
Ive seen him cuddling a giant inflatable seahorse. Nothing could be creepier than that.
I just sent a snapchat of my boobs for Adderall. It's finals season.
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