Seriously... There's something wrong here. I'm drinking vodka to mask the smell of chocolate on my breath before I get home and he finds out. I fucking hate couple dieting...
just spent the last 4 hours covering his room in sticky notes. Viva Drunk Thursdays.
There's still flour in my hair. And I don't even want to know what the neighbors think happened infront of my house.
I got called a drunken housewife today in class. I'm proud, not many people can say they've achieved their life goals like I have by the time they turn 20
But today feels so special with katie getting herpes and me cleaning my room. Good things are happening.
Twas the night before the bachelor party, and all thru the house...not a creature was stirring, not even a stripper?...
there's a strong possibility i came on your eyeliner last night bathroom sex was unplanned and rather messy sorry
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
i feel like spreading the word of drunken joy.
A surplus of mistakes were made and I don't know what 89% of them were.
At one point she whispered in my ear "I overdrew my bank account today" but besides that it was an awesome lap dance
LETS THROW SHIT OFF THE PORCH
Um, It's tempting but I'm not into coke or farmers.
nothing like a long car ride to make you think of all the bad things you've done
you missed a good time last night.
you texted me at 10 telling me to come fuck you, that says enough.
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