all thats left of you is your magnum wrapper on my dresser
you are the weird ass hat to my lady gaga
I just don't have the heart to tell my mom you peed in our washer machine last night.
I feel like I'm a marionette being lifted around. Four Loko.
literally. a puddle of blood. on the floor. still searching for the source
I've come to realize sober is a rare time of the day.
I don't know if I should be scared or excited that I can officially drink vodka on the rocks like it's 7up.
I figured you left because I was a shit show. Were you still there when I got locked in the bathroom and didn't know where I was? If not, that could have been a dream. I'm still not sure.
There are rocks in my bed. And dirt all over my face. Explain?
he was once again the drunkest girl at the party
Current dream situation- Gordon Ramsey is my Uber driver and he's hauling around a backseat filled with chocolate covered açai berries. I'm good for eternity.
What'd I miss?
Erotic hypnosis and studded dog collars.
Good, I've got all this booze. It's intimidating to be in the room alone with it..
I never thought I'd end up with a prison pen pal through tinder
I bonged champagne. And did keg stands. What in the actual fuck am I doing with my life?
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