I'm single ladies-ing it in my kitchen alone. after I just made an intense new breakup cd and before I drown my sorrows by marinating alone in my jacuzzi later. I cant tell if this is a new low or a new high
The only reason why I invited him to my party was because he is suicidal.
He kept asking me to take off my bra and I sat up so he could. He fumbled with it for a few minutes and when I sighed and went to undo it he goes, "Yeah, you got this."
Staying in I think. Boyfriend has domesticated me. I'm making eggs naked right now. Also really high.
only clue right now is the orange grease all on my clothes. debit card denied so I know something weird went down..
and then you started talkingabout how you wish birth control was disspensed as a candy necklace
And on that day, Satan said; "Let there be the friend zone and let us get fucking high." while Jesus silently cried in the background.
I don't feel bad about fucking old guys. That's what I want. It's what I likeeeeee.
It felt like Party Santa dropped by and gave us two more 18-packs.
I just want to fall into a pit of xannies and eat my way out.
Also there's so much vodka on my breath that if I blew on my fingers my nail polish would fall right off
Also send boobie pics with bobs burgers in background its the only way to get me off anymore
How many hotdogs are you going to eat today?
THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST
you can see where the duct tape was on my nipple
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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