no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
I totally cried the whole time and then screamed out my new therapists name....
He sent me a picture of myself smashed completely butt naked passed out on the couch and said "at least I'll have these memories"
yeah, i found the sharpie that everyone use to sign my tits last night. its dead.
bad sex. bad bad bad. it was like trying to pick up an overcooked noodle with an empty pringles can. why do these guys always seem to find me?
Yo if you blacked out last night, careful going through your purse. There's cocaine in a lollipop wrapper.
That unicorn pillow pet really made sleeping with my head in the toilet a little better.
i think we watched the dark knight rises after you left but i might have passed out through most of it. I remember crying at the end though. sad tears then happy tears.
I just put bronzer on my abs to snapchat nudes. If that's not going hard I don't know what is
I think I'd rather see her get hit by a car in one of those Russian dash cam videos on YouTube.
My neighbor is burning all of her ex's things in a metal drum outside the window. Guess who's going to make a new friend?
it'll be like a game of Russian Roulette, but with my vagina.
If he refers to me as slump buster one more fucking time.
But really, what kind of hoe life adventure in Mexico would you do that would top me blowing a trucker?
I would let him fuck me right here in this laundromat. Praise Satan.
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