Went to mcdonalds... Wishing I could throw up the last 20 hours of my life.
you just can't say no to drugs on a mirrored table.
his name is not nearly as fun as i thought to yell out in bed
I DON'T CARE WHAT THE CIRCUMSTANCES ARE NEVER VOMIT IN MY PURSE AGAIN.
I cant. There's fences everywhere and I think I have a boyfriend. Its fabulous.
since you saved your number in my phone as "the hot chick you met last Friday" I don't know who you are either
You need to stop having girl talk with the guys I'm sleeping with.
We all make mistakes. Just lock them up deep down inside your mind so they can surface as weird sexual fantasies it takes your therapist years to decipher when your 40
IT'S LINGERIE PURCHASED FROM A FLEA MARKET, THE ONLY THING IT'S GOING TO BE POSITIVE FOR IS A TEST FOR HIV
And after that you guys started calling arbor mist "breakfast juice"
Ps I'm glad our relationship hasn't progressed into having to get married so we legally can't testify against each other
I promise that I won't shotgun beers with your boyfriend this time, Scouts Honor.
I wasn't even hungover I was just mourning my dignity
It's not a walk of shame if you run
Omg there's puke under my pillow. Clearly I puked and tried to hide it. From myself. \n
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