Just saw ur first draft of ur suicide note.
You spelled "worthless" wrong.
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
Just saw him riding in a basket on the front of a bike trying to feed the other guy beer. He screamed 'PARTY BIKE BITCHES!' at me as they rode past.
I lied. He's hitting on a drag queen now. Should I rescue him or take pictures?
Idk. Last year there was an ice luge, glow in the dark jungle juice, and lots of naked people. I feel like I'll get pregnant just thinking about going to that party.
Hey he's not bad, although he did have a glass eye
I'll come hang out with you guys later, but right now my parents aren't home and I have to take full advantage of being able to watch porn on full blast.
I have the WORST cramps EVER. I think this is gods way of saying 'you're welcome, last warning. stop being a slut.'
That's the ultimate walk-of-shame: running away from your own apartment and hiding in a McDonald's.
He offered to let her do a line of coke off his hard-on. She said she'd had that hard-on and it would be a bump, not a line. Everyone laughed. That's why he left.
So that answers the first question but not the second: how the fuck am I getting home?
Mom and I shoplifted today. Her idea.
Retirement sounds fun.
I have to choose between charging my phone or my vibrator. This is bullshit.
sitting in the prison waiting room in my boyfriends clothes. looooong story.
IM FILLED WITH SANDWICHES AND SELF LOATHING
Next time we smoke please remind me to put my bong back in my build a bear box. My mom says if I leave it out one more time she's keeping it for herself.
so all I remember is hig-fiving the cop and then sprinting away. considering I'm not in jail, I count that as a win.
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