We fucked twice, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and came back to him playing "Your Body is A Wonderland" on his guitar naked in my bed.
She passed out on top of the bar. Still did body shots off her.
You took a bag of frozen peas to bed wiith you "to help with the inflamation".
This is stressing me out. I feel like I need to eat the dick.
Pretty sure I just shit out pure stomach acid. I'll explain after you take me to a hospital
I wonder when walk of shame thursdays in the rain will finally make me stop drinking.
Dude. I tried to hide my drunk wounds from my parents. Response: "we were young once" and "oh god, did I raise a drunk?"
You are beyond drunk wounds. You have drunk battle scars. A true veteran of the sidewalk
When that bartender tried to tell us he sang like Sade, I knew it was time to go
I remember caressing his hands asking him if he moisturized, then i proceeded to put his hands on my face
I'm very aware of my heart moving the blood in my body.
What's worse having drunken sex with hot married man or breaking the diet one week in?
She took me into the bathroom and force fed me a panini, it was pretty good.
Dignity. Ruined. Must. Smoke. Weed.
My breath smells like gin and sadness
Those brownies did us in. I honestly blacked out completely.
What brownies? Ohmygod.
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