4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
no memory loss, but i'm unhappy with my memories
I hope the walls stop moving before my manager notices that i'm still drunk.
Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
when she first told me she hooked up with him my initial response was to shout "WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!"
rolling absolute tits, turn on the red lights for when i get home.
he was once again the drunkest girl at the party
I went to the bathroom, came back, and my friend was sleeping leaning up against the stripper pole.
I just slammed another champagne, swaggered over to her, pointed across the room at the 20 y/o lacrosse player and whispered loudly, "I brought that one for YOU." I'm getting a raise.
When do you sleep by the way. I was surprised when I went to work at 1 am,left at 7 am and had a text from you somewhere in between
I just vodka nap now...
Dude. I've been high for so many hours now that I'm just accepting this as my new reality.
It's acceptable to bring him back to my parents house and fuck on the couch right??
I wrote a list of things I enjoy doing. So far it says "get high and go to museums."
Someone drank my pedialite!
YOU drank your pedialite. I watched you chase shots with it!
You're a brave, albeit stupid soul for wanting in on the fuckery that comes attached to my vagina
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