I'm drinking till I'm someone else's problem
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
i wanted to go smoke pot, so i told my mom i was getting tutored. she asked what time i would be back, i told her learning doesn't have a curfew
i must of done something right to please the booty call gods. . . maybe fucking that fat chick?
I think he just made me trade sex for my cat.
I imagine her to be like a 19th century explorer/adventurer with different boys' hearts on her wall like animal heads
Like Teddy Roosevelt
Priorities: waking up on your doorstep desperately clutching half a meatball marinara but with no sign of your keys, purse or housemate. Where are you?!
BTW my friend remembers her as "the one with the pronounced chin"
How much more is Amanda Bynes going to rip out our hearts?!?!?
Drowning in science and also vodka. Hope you're having fun.
For future reference, don't put tape on your nipples. Ouch.
I cried while dry heaving in the back of the car to the New York song with jay z in it. I was singing it inbetween gags.
I burned my tit while he banged me and it was still the best kitchen sex EVER!!!
So this morning when I woke up. I found my refrigerator open and no more food. It was empty, I'm home alone for the week. Where in hell did that food go?
I think the cats may be lesbians. It could just be a two hour mutual bath but it sure looks like a 69.
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