i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
just survived the first fart of the relationship.
so just incase you wake up on the couch wondering how you got there--you came home at 7am, put ice in a cup--then you proceeded to put the cup in the microwave and melt it because you "wanted water". you then, fell down the stairs while saying "you don't know me" then crawled to the couch.
he wanted me to dress up like someone from lord of the rings. I dumped him.
The liquor store is having an inventory reduction sale. It would be a sin not to stop and help them out.
And we all know God doesn't like sinners.
Amen.
He was a level 5 clinger dude i dont need to be told how ridiculously awesome i am all the time, if so id just hang out with my mom
i left with the words "thank you for undersanding my sluttiness"
I promise not to drug you or anything. Please come to my birthday party.
I just yelled at a bunch of girl scouts for yelling "cookies" to loudly. That hungover
I had a dream last night where I used the marginal product rule to figure out how much more hangover I got per sip of four loko, econ is taking over my life...
He called some chick he used to fuck for cash to get food delivered to cheer me up
The night went downhill when he took his pants off at our table and walked up to women saying "Special delivery"
I woke up to pizza pinned to my wall. So that's that.
I hate when I wake up and find my vibrator next to me. Such a waste of an orgasm...getting myself off in my sleep and not remembering
i just got carded for condoms. wtf.....this is new. isnt safe sex a good thing?
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