sorry about last night, I don't know what happened but I woke up this morning and looked strikingly similar to courtney love, it had to be bad.
This hotel is not contributing to my sobriety, they have 4 kinds of free wine and beer.
He won't let me have sex with him, but feels bad if I won't let him get me off. It is the weirdest, best, most confusing pseudo relationship I've been in.
If you're not washing nut sweat off of your forehead this morning I'm disappointed in you
You face planted into a car door. And somehow didn't drop your burrito.
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
Yeah I said my new jacket was waterproof, not puke through your nose proof.
He's going to let me keep his bowl in my car. Does that make us Facebook official?
Wow. I feel like a bad friend. My fuckbuddy wished you a happy birthday before I did. The reality of that just hit me.
You know I think I am ok with him not moving in yet. He came over, fixed my closet, ate me out, and left. I'm now in sweats drinking coke and rum and watching new girl. This works for me.
I feel like I should go door-to-door apologizing to America.
Tell the cops to let you through! Tell them you need to do drugs!
My stuff that was at your place last night smells like doughnuts. I'm not even mad.
I think he's an actor
That's not a good enough reason to wear guy-liner
There was puke outside of my classroom and lecture was half empty. Damn thirsty thursday is intense
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