You were face down, at your computer, surrounded by beer bottles listening a bagpipes version of amazing grace.
strike ten. I need to stop drinkng
just broke no shave november. hello backed up drain december.
Ever since he's come out, my facebook stalking experience has gotten uncomfortable
I knew he was a nice guy, because when we switched positions he flipped the mattress so I wouldn't have to lay in a pool of his sweat.
Just had a stripper snatch my glasses off my face with her ass
My three rules on what I'm wearing tonight. Something short, something see through, and something i had sex in.
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
Nothing is more important than the last pool party of the season. Call in sick or gay or something.
In a strange taxi 3059. Battery dying I'm dying. Bye.
The car just stinks of weed and we are all sitting here trying to hide it from my mom by rolling down the windows, like it's not coming off my sisters boyfriend
I completely forgot about the posting of partying pics shortly after adding my gma my dad was like grandma says your all over fb but she doesn't know how to use it. Of course I'm all over her fb. She's got 6 friends I am her newsfeed
Your choices in alcohol this weekend are thoroughly disappointing
Baruch atah adonai DAT ASS DOE
I'm drunk listening and crying to Selena. How's your Monday?
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