he promised me brunch in the morning so i felt like it was ok....i really need to get a job.
im contemplating emailing my dad and telling him how worthless i am and how sorry i am that he pays for my life...aka my bar tabs.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
The djing cat is back again. I think he just makes appearances when im shit drunk just to fuck with my mind.
Because it is about to snow, I sent him for Diet Coke and cigarettes. It's the gay version of milk and bread.
i just masturbated in footie pajamas. there's no judgement here.
No, I'm in the bathroom trying to scrub off the 16 tally marks on my wrist so its not so obviously to the world that I puked on a couch last night.
Don't remember shit. It was only until I saw the glaze on my forearm that I knew you drove to get donuts last night. I also spent 20$ there apparently
nothing like smoking out of your roommate's bong with your mom to celebrate the rising of christ
he is risen halelujah
Omg. I wanna lecture the drug dealer about how highschool should not be his glory days.
BOOTY CALL IN EFFECT, BOOTY CALL IN PROCESS, BOOTY CALL ACCEPTED, AND BOOTY CALL INITIATES FRIDAY NIGHT.
It's a fucking menopause festival down here at the strike zone
that's where you went wrong. never assume I'm adult enough to do something on my own.
It only takes one line of cocaine, and you try to shotput a fucking kitchen table
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
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