I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
now i know why i became what i already was.
they drunkenly created an obstacle course for the poor hamster and its ball.
Well I consider my vagina a dear friend. She treats me good I treat her good. We work together. Glad we could be of service.
It's like leaving me for his wife wasn't enough. He had to give me an STD too.
It's that time of the week again where I begin to ponder life's great questions like, "What will my pathetic excuse for a future look like?" and "Why tacos?"
I took shrooms last night.. For a good half hour I genuinely believed I was black and being held captive by a leaf. Never again.
Dunno why I keep hitting snooze. It's never gonna give me the kind of sleep I need to be sober.
Right. Will do. I'll call you if I need a ride. (that is a double meaning, go with it.)
He fucking took my shirt off and didn't even touch my boobs. What the actual fuck.
If sending nudes to tinder boy is considered functional then yes.
There is blood all over my sheets and no discernible source.
Regardless I WANT TO BE YOUR SEX DISPENSARY. that is like the career I was born for.
Why are you hurting?
Tried to drink all the beer in Nashville last night....failed.
If u could sum last night up in one word?
omgwtfpineapple
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