I'm drunk in f*****g wisconsin and want to kill myself.
If it's any consolation, be grateful that you're not in New Jersey.
So you're telling me it's impossible to have a "slight case" of chlamydia?
I seriously love my fucking boobs. They are so boobs.
I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
I considered driving home in his mom's bathrobe until i realized i'd have to stop to buy cigarettes
oh well at that point I was already depressed with life because I had watched the bratz movie.
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
Theres an amvulance here. It might be for me
Of course he did. He is like the oprah winfrey for vaginas. Always giving that shit away.
A beef tasting is not what I needed while hungover
in a last ditch attempt to make life awkward after i die today i want to be buried naked and have an open casket funeral.
Yes I did. Thanks. I was actually an hour and half early. I'm better at public transport than I thought. Guy behind me on the bus is also crying. We compared cry-snot. It was nice in a weird sad way.
He had a clap on lamp. So every time he was ramming into me, the lights kept turning on and off
Dignity. Ruined. Must. Smoke. Weed.
had to remind myself that killing him is not a good career move AGAIN.
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