I must have had a great time last night.. I woke up with coconut oil all over my glasses
so he let me use one of the toothbrushes that came in his daughters 4 pack, purple glittery toddler toothbrush, the next time i came back his wife has used their label maker and put my name on it...
Weekdays seemed more exciting when I had a drinking problem. Like I had something to look forward to at night.
Aaaand my life has been reduced to whether I can reach to flush my puke down the toilet using my foot. The answer is yes.
I'm having Vietnam flashbacks. This Kid I hooked up with is speaking in class and I keep experiencing the terror.
My Yoga instructor is playing the music from 'Requiem for a Dream' it makes me very reluctant to put my ass in the air
Strike three, the fat brides maid they call shit puker also has herpes.
We had half a pitcher of beer left and he asked us if we wanted a to-go cup. Fuck yeah we want it to-go.
Dude it's huge. I don't usually like looking at those things, but you're kind of forced to stare that horse in the face.
I am walking funny today. And it's sad because it's from the bad encounter with the sidewalk rather than a good encounter with a stripper
Nothing is working I'm going to die alone and on hold with a State Farm representative
Just ushered a raccoon across the street so yeah.. Good night
I mean, how am I going to build a relationship on trust if he finds out I roofied him?
It's becoming clear to me that I am not sugar baby material. I don't think I could handle old balls long term.
I threw up in my 8 AM. Morale is low.
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