my brain is sober enough to have a conversation.. but my arms feel nice
So I went out tonight...met a guy who slightly resembled my dad,huge creeper, he asked me to "hang out" so I gave him my moms number since he was more her type:)
Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
cheating on your boyfriend is the best diet ever, I've barely eaten in days. The guilt is killing me
So I've gone into the break room to heat up a styrofoam cup 8 times over the course of 4 hours.. that desperate to see him. Now I have a broken heart AND cancer.
His sombrero wouldn't fit in the car and I had to buy him some Jack to make him stop bitching. You owe me
I think it says something about my life when I start picking up girls while im in rehab. And I don't think it's good.
It's like he drunk calls 6 times for me to come over, but can't say hello at lunch.
Yo, how much weed can I get for a caf swipe?
There's a baby in the strip club. I say again: THERE'S A BABY IN THE STRIP CLUB
Be there in 20. Want icecream?
sex. I want sex. I like where your heads at though.
When i was leaving for work this morning, i realized the neighbor was passed out drunk, with no pants, and a half eaten whopper on my lawn. Knowing that hey..we have all been there before.. i decided to give him a pillow and a blanket rather than wake him up.
Listen all I know is that mistakes were made and she stole the car and drove half an hour for food at 4 am
Sorry I fucked your cousin. Again. I just wanted him to take me on his boat.
I ate cake in bed. Felt great
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