Dear everyone that texted me last night wondering where i was. i ended up face down blacked up drunk before i made it to the party. My bad
pshh wine cellars. now if he has a tequila cellar whole different story
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
Might just stay in and drink cuz of the hurricane. Yea I think Wisconsin might be safe but its a good reason to drink.
Just grabbing my bra from a history teacher's desk in the Humanities building. Maybe I should stop drinking on weeknights
The real reason I can't work: it's Tuesday. I get stoned and watch Buck Rodgers on Tuesday.
The novelty of Nekkid Straight Roommate has faded.
When Pony by ginuwine plays I pretty much just grind on the nearest penis.
I don't think I'm allowed to have Burger King. What if i just chew for taste and not actually consume. Like a wine connoisseur for fast food
Those nachos came to me in a dream
Just had someone from Hells Angels snort coke off my tits...so I'm pretty much done with life now. 💀
The stripper started talking about murdering people....that lapdance turned dark.....
I wanna get to the point where I can just send a question mark and get an exclamation point in response
Last thing I remember at your house last night is your dad leaning on the beer pong table and saying "you guys can fucking party"
I am not a whore. I just wanted casual drinking, monogamous sex and occasional McDonald's runs.
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