She laid down on my bed and played "I want you to want me" on my laptop. subtle.
And to think..we used to do everything sober...
Today's dinner table topic: the probablity of my dad turning gay if he ever left my mom.
He asked me to coffee and I had no choice but to be honest. So naturally I told him that sobriety and monogomy are not two of my strong suits.
well that explains the french fry and ketchup packet rolled into the wasitband of my sweats. thank you drunk me.
When he came downstairs he looked at me like I was attempting to rob his house.
Did you reintroduce yourself?
He threatened to call the cops.
She was giving me that "well this is awkward since you drunkedly tried to hook up with me" look.
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
He almost got to me tonight but then I was like fuck it I'm going to dance with a teli-tubby on the bar so fuck you
Well she got high, deleted the essay she was working on, and then ordered dominos. We all manage stress in different ways.
You don't even know. The entire marching band thinks I'm an alcoholic.
Didn't shower and drew a couple dicks on my face before I went to work. Boss sent me home. Sacrificed my dignity for a 3 day weekend with you guys.
I don't trust a bar IN TENNESSEE that doesn't have Jack Daniels.
I don't want any of this. I just want big sausages.
I got there and she was on her balcony drinking out of a bottle of vodka and smoking a cigar.
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