Whenever I'm sad I just imagine if babies were born with mustaches...
He posted on my wall. Idk if I'm ready for that big of a commitment.
i find it unbelievable that you didn't think it was necessary to intervene when i started letting people autograph my body with spray tan.
Why is there an appointment in my calandar called "get the fuck to the bus" at 3 am june 19th?
You're fine
I'm hiding in my chest because my walls smell weird. I'm not fine.
So I did end up texting him last night... I asked him how he felt about haircuts... not sure where I was going with that one?
Now back to adults eating hotdogs.
I'm sorry I didn't respond. I had a shit day. However, I just masturbated to Adele's Rolling In the Deep while crying. It was oddly therapeutic.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
THANKS BE TO BLACK BABY JESUS IN HIS LITTLE GOLDEN DIAPER FOR BLESSING ME WITH NOT PREGNANT
gin. gin. Gin. GIN GIN GINGINFFdJH
I'm not over that dildo rifle story. I don't think I ever will be.
I've been drunk texting you for weeks, and you watched me puke outside your house... I say it's time we meet in person.
I don't feel like that was meant as a compliment, but really still feels like one
...i have a beer in one hand, and a chicken wing in the same. typical tuesday, right?
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