I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
i've been called drunk 4 times today and it's only 3pm
I just got a new temperpedic mattress pad and started smoking weed again in the same week. finding motivation to go to a 9:AM class is close to impossible.
I got arrested for "public intoxication". Fuckers threw me out of the bar into public... i mean shit they have thirsty Thursdays. And I get thrown out for self serve Sundays plus a citation.
I am nonfunctional stoned. I had to ask ben to put me somewhere away from all the people I'm sitting on someones bed watching a wall. Not alright. Should not have come.
I'm laying in bed with a case of beer,.. That's how this break up is going..
You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar.
You gave me your shirt to use as a napkin every time I spilled beer on myself. Before we went to the bar.
you peed off the balcony at your sisters and asked someone below to catch it with a cup
There comes a point, as I lay on the floor of the work disabled toilets contemplating catching 10 minutes sleep between chunders, that I wonder if its really worth it
Do you think casino weekend will remind us once again that we in fact are not mature enough to be this old?
He wore a t-shirt that had an arrow pointing to his crotch and "DO IT FOR THE VINE" on it.
At least he's honest about how long he'll last.
In other news, I tore a tendon in my hand from giving my boyfriend handjobs so that's how my day is going
Pretty sure I got pink eye from the strip club. There is also still beer cans rattling around in my shower.
Have you ever gotten such awesome underwear you wish you didnt have to wear pants?
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