Yup u can hook up with me now and not goto jail
i met him on craigslist. and no i'm not a hooker.
Coffee is gods way of saying go ahead, get absolutly trashed on weeknights, I got your back
he was so high that he wouldn't speak to anybody for like 30 minutes, he'd only gobble, like a turkey.
I feel as though the word "tired" has become synonymous with "too high to manage the stairs" lately
I'm really not interested in hearing from him. Unless there is casual sex involved
I just found my "random bang list for summer of 2012" that I wrote last night.. It's written on a Plan B receipt. If this isn't irony I don't know what is.
Well, I tried to shit into my refrigerator. It was a rough night.
I'm actually drinking gin and juice out of a floridas natural carton...so if that has any indication of how I'm doing
I woke up with my panties in the cat food dish, and everything covered in honey and bruises.
Yesterday you said I was the best.
No. I said you DID your best. There's a huge difference.
So when the drug raid cops tell you, you should get out of the relationship, it probably means its time.
And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention
alcohol and riverdancing are a dangerous mix. have a spraind ankle. i die now
It's five in the morning. wtf?
There is an episode of "how it's made" on tv right now. The subject is tequila and water beds. Basically my life.
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