sorry i'm running a bit late. had to shave my brittney...was looking more like rapunzel. clearly i've been having a drought.
There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
I feel like my life has just been one 21 year long episode of "i shouldn't be alive"
he's doing fine. just headbutted the wall and threw up
He is making me drink his THC water out of a milk jug.
Well. I have your keys. You have my car. Looks like we have a drunkxican standoff.
He asked me if the reason I slept around is because I grew up in a broken home. I am so done fucking Christians.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
if i actually get asked out by my dealer what could happen?
i don't know, but it probably involves bathtubs full of weed
i am one UTI away from banning your fingers from my vagina
Pre-chapter meeting quote: "Why is there a bun literally taped to the shelf? That doesn't even make sense when you're drunk, who does that?"
Technically, I traded a soft pretzel for sex last night...
I mean, as I was vomiting in front of a giant crucifix I became acutely aware of my poor choices
Fuck you. I've got onesies to keep me warm at night. And this bottle.
i just swapped my iPhone for a happy meal. this is greg btw, the hooker let me borrow her phone
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