I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
I stayed up for an hour trying to make my room stop spinning and then I realized it was bc my fan was on
This could be one of the worst things i've done... The background of her phone is her and her boyfriend.
I just dropped my cookie in my glass of milk and looked at it for ten minutes. Thanks for telling me you made weed cookies.
Im sitting in church with a backpack full of beer bottles. This is friendship.
Someone is in my phone as "fireball girl" and keeps texting me. How do I go about finding out who it is?
Is it bad that all my wine bottles have teeth marks in the cork?
I am compiling a playlist that reminds me of all my best sexual encounters. It shall be called THE MUSIC OF MY VAGINA'S PEOPLE
im not letting a little injury get in the way of my alcoholic/drug problems. we ARE getting turnt tonight.
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
Your poor dick will look at you and scowl for all the abuse he's going to take this week.
I guess I was running around slapping people in the face with a slice of turkey telling them that the only way to beat alcohol addiction is to go cold turkey.
that lady just saw me taking a picture of her baby... It's time to leave.
You know those times when you're sitting down for a while and r like damn I'm sober but then stand up and r like WOAH HOLD UP.
Did you guys just have three hour sex? You both stopped and restarted texting me at the same time
If I were to say yes, would we still be friends?
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