She is definitely tripolar. Like bipolar but better/worse.
She's the perfect storm when it comes to psycho stalkers
I'll be honest. I knew what I was getting into. I'm not proud, but I'll be damned if I'm ashamed. 6 month draught is over. That's justice.
constantly striving to make life awkward and more complicated, one drunk bone at a time.
I feel like I just rode a horse, did a million jumping jacks, ran a marathon and need a carton on cigarettes. best sex hands down... EVER
I knew it was a good Wednesday night when I woke up tucked in to NOT my own bed with my beer helmet, an empty bottle of Jose, and a trash can placed in front of my face.. Happy 20th!
The to do list extremely baked self wrote for me last night says "1. Join gym 2. Passport? 3. Join a gym" And then just a drawing of a squid
Also I'm very proud of th fact that I walked my dog before bed. Drunk dog walking should be an Olympic sport; it takes SKILLS.
Also, I'm going to yoga because I have a Taylor Swift range of emotions right now.
I'm getting offered Candy Crush lives in return for sex. Like wtf.
Did you really get 12 corn dogs from the gas station last night?
State dependent memory. I just needed to feel my teeth. It was like a fog was lifted.
She caught me by google maps... Lets just say it wasnt her car in front of the house.
It's Friday you fucking nerd of course I'm drunk.
SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE PISS BAG
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