like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
They let me out of the holding cell just in time for me to get the morning-after-pill. Rock bottom feels even worse with all those hormones.
I really want to go out tonight but part of me wants to be able to honestly tell the judge tomorow that I didn't
It involved anal and pop rocks. Tell me how that could have ended well.
Some might say its sad that I am willingly picking up a coke habit to be the skinniest bridesmaid... I think it shows my great dedication and proves I should have been maid of honor.
I'm eating cheerios out of the palm of my hand while I pee with the door open. Is this adulthood?
Yo if you blacked out last night, careful going through your purse. There's cocaine in a lollipop wrapper.
My life is a clusterfuck of men and disorderly priorities right meow.
I currently look like a drunken mermaid, god I love beach parties.
He said he was a banker. Then he told me he made 15 an hour. I said he was a shitty banker then fucked his friend.
You know getting black out drunk at a cats birthday party should have been my lowest point drinking wise but some how I feel like last night was some how worse
I don't think meeting his drug dealers counts as a relationship landmark.
His dick isn't even good enough to be this much of an asshole
Sitting naked in my bed eating leftover Mexican food drinking coors light.. Can it get any more single than this?
Man, I miss taking bong rips in my room. Now they are bringing dogs around so all my stuff is hidden in random places up in the woods. I literaly have to hunt and gather just to get high.
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