My flask crushed my baggie full of aderall in my backpack, why can't my demons just live together in peace
judging by the cake all over the hall, my neighbors had a pretty successful thursday too.
no, i'm currently making the trek across campus to get all my stuff from last night. My ID is in one guys bed, and my camera in another guy's bed.
I am moving slowly w him. I havent even masturbated to him yet.
He was a bulldog and my face was like rare meat. Never again with the drunken ones.
Right now I can't do anything that will ban me from donating plasma. That is a legit source of income for me.
Divorce is final. Doing tequila shots at 1 in the afternoon.
And by "got a tattoo" i mean i got a tattoo in the dorm bathrooms with a guy using his cousin's tattoo gun.
if I just puked into my own hand, but then cleaned it up quickly, quietly, and calmly, am I still a trainwreck?
He SHOWED UP to the party wearing one shoe and a dinosaur hat. He kept lifting up his shirt and asking people to bite his nipple.
It was bitter sweet because I woke him up with sex but then I peed in his bed with him in it
I don't remember anything after falling in the ditch, but I now have confirmation that my rib is broken. Never drinking again.
The fact that he quoted freebird as his breakup speech was a little more classy than expected
I'm sorry. I slept with him again. On the plus side he's got better at it!
my bed is a shrine, and I am its goddess.
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