I figured it out. hungover me hates drunk me, drunk me hates sober me, and sober me hates being sober. so yes, were blacking out tonight.
Maybe my heart is located in my vagina
Just sit in your kitchen floor until something speaks to you.
Uhg.. This isn't fair. I just want to have sex with you until i lose consciousness, wake up and start over... is that so much to ask?
hold on, were in the kitchen painting a yellow brick road to my vagina on my leg with black light paint.
Europe's "the final countdown" was playing. It was pretty much amnesty for anything that might happen the rest of the night. It's a rule.
i seriously haven't spoken to him since i drunk dialed him and told him i loved his beard
No. Every time we go there, you end up getting high, then lost, then going home with strangers.
Just got a 15 minute lecture from a drag queen about how bisexuality doesn't exist. Cher would be so disappointed in her.
It's 5am and I have yet to fall asleep. At what point do we just accept that I run on vodka?
I may or may not of seen my high school physics teacher making out with my old high school boyfriend at the bar last night
I found myself looking up beard accounts while masturbating, I guess that's what it's come to.
Considering all of my stomach contents ended up in my center console, I'm a bit peckish.
Orgasms and cereal.... that's what life's about.
How is it that I can make it to my 8am Friday morning still drunk after passing out the night before...but not to my 9am on Tuesday that I went to bed early for? Irony or karma?
Randomize
