So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
Just bummed a recreational vicodin off my friend's 40 year old boyfriend & am hoovering a breakfast sammy from costco. And I don't have a boyfriend because why?
I really need to find better places to throw up. I would like to be able to use the bathroom sink the next morning for brushing my teeth
I'm sitting the next couple hours out. Puking in a potted plant really put shit into perspective for me.
apparently i saved myself a memo last night titled "cake" and all it says is "i love it so much"
when i first looked at you, you weren't wearing any pants. but then i realized you had them around your neck as a cape.
Finished watching the entire first season of mighty morphing power rangers. Now I have nothing. Not even a life.
Hungover and I may throw up in my therapist's office. Maybe he is right about my drinking
i just want to attach a dildo to the ceiling and ride it like a gay spiderman.
I have way too big of a thanksgiving food baby to enjoy any of my old high school booty calls
I don't know. Something about answering "what did you do on Sunday?" Seems odd when the reply is, painted, went to the grocery store, put a restraint device on my bed.
Turns out floaties are a great thing after a couple bottles of vodka
xanax give me strength to not ask where we stand with booty calls
So. Somehow managed to fuck my contacts out of my eyes. Didn't know that was even possible.
we f'd six times
f'd?
its sunday, i cant say fucked
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