my parents are out trying to convince the local liquor stores to post "do not sell our daughter alcohol" flyers. i'm preping my defense now.
I really should sober up and deal with this hangover
It seems to be one of those life decisions I'm perfectly content never making though
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
they named it eva bongoria. i had to hit it based on the name alone.
Im also drinking whiskey while on a treadmill wearing high heels so let's consider that for a moment.
Lets go see if some hobos will give us a prostate massage for a 40 ounce.
I'm drinking with a guy who is a bigger asshole than me. We started a contest.
I don't send those kind of pictures unless the recipient has already been up close and personal with it. I don't give previews, but I will provide recaps.
I broke my heels and ended up on a random party bus where I passed out after a brief stripper pole incident.
I woke up to him "wax on, wax off"-ing my boobs. I just reminded myself that I love him and let it happen.
I kept on yelling at him to get his shit together as he was puking
this new dose of ADD meds is totally being waisted with the unemployed new graduate thing if only I could add my hyper focused side effects to a coverletter
So, Cheetos don't microwave great.
So, i might have left my morals back in 2011.
Just packed vodka and spare underwear into my purse- totally set for watching the hockey with him tonight
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