Please tell me I didn't pass out while we were having sex last night... and if so I am sooooo sorry.
I actually kind of like the booze poos. It's like a colon cleanse. I feel skinnier.
Gotta love hanging with Nat. By the time guys realize she isnt going home with them, they've spent enough money and time to think I'm a good idea.
I don't think I have ever puked up that much free breakfast in my life...thank god for Nickle Beers.
He made me a mix cd. There is obviously something wrong with him.
Struggs. It's also 90 degrees out but I'm not sure I can feel heat or cold any more. Too hungover.
I will not be a drunk bitch. I will not be a drunk bitch. Chanting this until it's second nature.
Drinking in moderation can be fun. Drinking in moderation can be fun. Chanting this until it becomes true.
THIS IS WHY I WENT TO SCHOOL FOR TO BE A COSMETOLOGIST TO HELP MY EX BOYFRIENDS CURRENT GIRLFRIEND BE MILDLY ATTRACTIVE... Everything DOES happen for a reason
I'm in the ER bruh, I went skinny dipping last night and a cat fish bit my dick.
He compared my blow job skills to finding gold treasure in a gold chest, so there's that.
So like if I threw up in my purse is that "don't ever show your face in public again" worthy or just slightly frowned upon
driving home hungover today was like a life test..it was like the goblet of fire
I found a hot kiwi last time and sucked his dick. That's what rooftop bars are made for.
I kept falling all over the place and yelled at the bouncer you can't kick me out I'm from Texas.
She started crying, nearly punched a guy, started smoking multiple cigarets backwards and broke the slide on her bong. Why do I always end up babysitting the crazy ones?
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