The mexican place next the the funeral home has dollar margaritas, our grandfather would want us to act on this... trust me i know.
apparently i found nail polish and started playing a game i made up called "paint a nail, do a shot"
i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
well that explains the french fry and ketchup packet rolled into the wasitband of my sweats. thank you drunk me.
when I was too drunk to walk on my own two feet, he stole a shopping cart from the grocery store at the corner and proceeded to wheel me back to my apartment.
Then he tucked me in, gave me a goodnight kiss and slept on my sofa. I woke up this morning and he was making waffles.
he is a god among men.
Yea we slept in ur room but im 80% sure we didnt have any peanut butter in there
Drinking, I should not. Got here I don't know. Still drunk, I am. At courtneys.
I mean I'm so obviously classy currently laying in bed watching a movie while finishing my drink from last night
She's the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.
I just want to braid flowers into his hair and steal all of his pills.
I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE HANDS OF GODDAMN ANGELS YOU KNOW
So apparently last night while I was drunk I read him erotic fanfiction while he was eating me out. He stopped every now and then to give me feedback.
Ur dad just showed me a tit pic he got omf
I've seriously never been more thankful for marijuana and my resting bitchface.
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