Tonight, I'm planning on being a bigger trainwreck than Britney Spears circa 2007.
he called me a worthless slut and then went 2 the bathroom 2 pee on the floor before leavin. but he was really hot and he left his jacket, should i call him?
We found him. 8 blocks away from the bars and almost at his parent's house. On the verge of tears.
In hindsight buying the pill crusher with my vicodin prescription might have been too much.
Why are there sofa cushions on the floor? And why isn't there a sofa in this room that doesn't have cushions?
I feel like somebody took my brain out. Stomped on it with cleats. And then put it back together with a glue stick. Thank you.
Seriously, it sounds like someone is torturing a dozen cats inside a Japanese techno club while a jamaican yells random hipster words through a megaphone.
I like to take my ritalin one pill at a time with each pill spaced out a couple minutes so I feel like I'm going super saiyan when they kick in.
An image of us stuck like that like Pompeii comes to mind. A wonder for future anthropologists
Let's try finding a bar where there aren't people who want to hang me from a tree by my nutsack
Someone somewhere has a picture of me vomiting in a bus stop trash can while a drag queen held my hair for me.
Pride claims another victim
Also at one point I told him to say my name and it took him like 5 seconds to remember.
And then before we had sex he was quoting space jam to me
Needless to say, I did not go home with him cause he kinda resembled a guppy fish.
Typical Sunday morning text...are you alive?
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