I just used my 7th grade year book to figure out who I hooked up with last night. Being home is magical.
Made a visit to my old puking stall. I missed it.
I found my phone outside under the leaves by the curb. What the fuck did I do last night
He was hiding behind my bedroom door. at noon. Wearing a t shirt. And a condom. Not attractive.
Weve literally been going out drinking five days a week. That counts as a full time job right?
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
I think we did. All i know my pants smell like pong water due to the bathroom extravagansa. God I feel like a whore.
I spent the day drinking wine and meditating. I'm zen as fuck.
She started giving me head while we were watching the Walking Dead premiere, WORST BJ EVER.
2013: the year of legs covered in hair and pregnancy scares.
the hole that the tears left- fill it with pizza
I know he's only a bandaid for my emotional disrepair, but he can stick me anytime!!
I can't believe the police had to bring me to my booty call last night
It's a novelty for anyone to see a girl like me in a skirt like this milking a cow
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