What I lack in compassion I make up for in lack of compassion
I was so high last night. I wrote a poem about my salt shaker
There is tupperware vodka. thats right tupperwares full of vodka. best leftovers ever
He gave me his number and said the usual call whenever you need someone but then was like... or just call me.
You would pick up a guy in AA.
no one is here. wer drinking in the beer garden in the dark and we stole a bucket of blue paint off the sidewalk. now her legs are blue.
NO. ANAL IS NOT A GAME.
My parents got me a bottle of vodka and a puke bucket for christmas. I've already used both.
I haven't been this unsober in a long time. I feel like I am observing myself. Like I am a test subject for alcohol. I wish my brain would shut up and let me be a normal drunk.
I just hit on a guy in a doughnut store... is that too suggestive?
He stared me down while singing "Let Me Love You" to me while we were having sex. I don't know whether to marry him or file a restraining order.
After a while I was so wet that I started crying. HE MADE ME SO HORNY I WEPT.
I'm trying to be celibate. I'm having me time. I'm eating cake.
I manage to fit my wine bottle in my koozie and the rest is history
I think I'm actually too depressed to do drugs, wow.
he called me ma'am when we were fucking last night...he's five years older than me. I think I'm in love.
Randomize
