So when jo picked me up from the bar I kept apologizing and kept telling her "I'm just a wittle donut"
I need help removing her.
Tell Heather sorry for burning her hair. Also for anything else that I may have done that warrants and apology. Anything after about 10pm is kind of hazy.
Who is John, and why is his named carved into our toilet?
Me and my dog bond so much when im high.
i think i should save myself the $200 for a prom dress. i mean why bother. its just going to be covered in vodka/jizz/and puke by the end of the night.
My fave moment of today was you sitting in a hot pink innertube puking into the ocean in front of a lot of children. i would have held your hair back but the ocean did it for you.
I still have your handprint on my ass. You're not allowed to ignore me yet.
I can't tell whether I'm a) still hungover from two nights ago, b) legitimately sick or c) all of the above... multiple choice was never my forte
Ugh contemplating vodka and chocolate protein powder as this Capri sun and vodka isn't really cutting it
Fuckin wine wasted last night. Found my pants in the toilet this morning.
Metaphysical thesis on the illusion of self+ 2 day adderal binge = the walls of reality are crumbling
And he listens to me when I talk to him like the hulk.
Man I gotta stop stashing shit when I'm high. I just spent 2 hours searching for my bag of pot and eventually found it in fucking a bandaid box.
No I'm not lying to you. I'm just not telling you the whole story. There's a massive difference.
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