I'm on page 4.
Im on beer infinity
Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
I feel like I'm in a bed a bagels and mistakes.
I sat in the bathroom on the counter and gave out advice to all the random people that walked in
make sure nobody uses the downstairs toilet. i like to have an unused toilet for the weekends. dont shit where you puke i always say.
I woke up in the ER. This living like theres no tomorrow really could mean theres no tomorrow.
To tired for the bar. Came home and drank wine out of the bottle. Kind of don't want to know what that says about my life.
My reasons for going are selfish. She just opened her own law firm. I figure having a lawyer as a friend is a good idea. Nothing in my life suggests I won't need a lawyer again.
You called me to pick you up from the bar at 9:00. When we drove over the speed bumps you put your hands in the air and pretended you were on a roller coaster.
The sound of my own breathing is making my head throb. That hungover.
I mean, who doesn't have an ex involved with bath salts?
"he sent me a picture of a puppy in return for a picture of my boobs. He then captioned it with "look it's puppies first time at the beach". "
Just once I'd like to go out and not have to tell you to put your pants back on.
I'm actually really happy I can say that my first body shot was out of a gay strippers massively ripped chest
i think i puked but i couldve been a dream and i may have madeout with a 20 something guy infront of my managers...also possible dream.
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