just took a cab, driver just asked what i'd been drinking- i said vodka, he said "can't do vodka-drunk, it makes me feel like i'm giving birth to myself" ...no comment
Changed my sheets. Found a can of rockstar, crushed bag of tostitos, used tissues, and enough of both of our clothes to make a whole outfit.
In other news I saw a pack of make believe zombies walking down green st.
gotta love wednesdays
She was sitting there stuffing her face rubbing my back with a dorito cheese filled hand while eating something else with the other hand as I was crying.
He just laughed at his drink laid on the floor and crawled to the bathroom
they're doing drop shots of Jager into red wine. i don't want to be on that level
I don't really know how to say this, but I have an oven mitt to return to you tomorrow..
be proud. or at least amused. an 18 yr old and a 25 yr old at least makes my average hookup age this week the same as my age.
nothing says "functioning mature adult" like sneaking beer out of your mom's fridge in a lunchbox
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
Sunday mornings are confusing. Like. I can't decide if I want to go for a run or start drinking
The appetizer at the dinner I went to tonight was Klonopin and a Bloody Mary.
They left around 10:00 this morning. I've been naked since 10:01.
Why does your place smell like gin and misery?
I prefer to think of it as 'ode to single life'
The fact that a spice girls song is stuck in my head is a great sign that my decisions aren't the right ones at the moment...
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