drinking steel reserve before noon and watching the price is right... 211... bet i pass out before then.
All I remember was yelling at him, "Its becasue of people like you that it took us so long to get to the moon!"
I'm going to listen to christmas music to trick my body into cooling off.
Someone shattered a urinal.
Shots and making dong molds for my gf's friends. Typical Monday night activities.
obviously my window is still shattered. they're pressure washing my condo today. i think i need a bloody mary.
After Thursday my breakup "don't screw anybody out of respect" month will be over and I will be set loose. My pussy is purring with anticipation.
He told me the color of his piss. Worst. First date. Ever.
Mr. Clingalot just ran from our apartment. What the hell?
I started to cry afterward and mumble random things. Examples: "God, please don't make me be so gay anymore" and "my mom is going to be so proud of me for fucking a dude this time." It was that or let him stay the night and cuddle. I mean, fuck that horrible shit I'm a girl that needs her space.
You'd think the dry cleaners next door would be less judgmental for as much business as my theme parties bring them.
No more. You can't have nice things, and vodka is a nice thing.
Like why am I even still facebook friends with a guy I let finger me at a concert?
My liver has officially said "fuck this shit" and escaped from my body.
there is such a gross feeling of satisfaction when the married guy i used to hook up with likes my facebook status.
you said you were going to the bathroom. we found you an hour later laying in the backyard clutching a bottle of vodka while singing the beatles and crying
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