To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
did the walk of shame from ex-boyfriend's room only to find other ex-boyfriend sitting in the living room. some people shouldn't be allowed to be friends.
some people shouldn't be allowed to be desperate.
New low. Found an ant nibbling on my last xanax. Flicked it away and popped it in my mouth anyways.
Sooo, his balls are like... bigger than my head...
i'm sure there's a big cosmic reason for things working out the way they did. like, now you have awesome images to masturbate to.
I'm surrounded by too many unhungover people.
You kept screaming "Its taco night!" before every shot
I've eaten cheese dip for three consecutive meals. I think I need to branch out.
I'm sick of being the only unemployed member of the group. Doing things alone isn't partying. Its sad.
I hate him and his pretentious your-sleeping-in-the-wet-spot look.
We've reached the point in our fuck buddy relationship where we are playing words with friends. This is too intimate.
I just paid for weed by taking him to the store to buy cheese so he could make empanadas. Best. Drug deal. Ever.
i woke up at 4 pm face down on my hardwood living room floor. i would say its a new low but i think I found my new napping spot
Thank you, BTW, for defiling my bed. Glad it was done well.
Best part though was when he wanted to cuddle and I was like, I'm going to go.
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