Actions speak louder than words. Her actions scream crazy.
she's got a whisker from her dead cat taped to the wall. I'm pretty sure that about sums it up...
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
I threw up red last night... I wanted to pinch myself because it wasn't green.
My neighbors are outside blasting Hootie and the Blowfish while drunkenly hitting a stump with a hammer. I could get used to this.
I asked her to make me water, which in turn meant get me a glass. She handed me a cup of microwaved ice cubes.
I just sprawled out on my bedroom floor and cried while shoveling chocolate into my mouth.. I should not have Bacardi at home
No you usually just ranted about the voicemail bitch until she cut you off again
Sometimes I love sober logical me. She makes rare appearances but when she does she shines.
How is it that I've hooked up with not one but two guys in the children's section of a bookstore tonight?
I'm throwing in the towel on today. The puke gods have won this war
Doing laundry. My jeans from last night smell like chicken wings and motor oil.
i don't think fitbit tracks "flipping the fuck out" as activity.
I keep getting congratulated for drinking 2 six packs of mikes hard and winning the Olympic marathon and I don't remember this shit and now my throat is on fire
i feel as though me waking up and asking her if i went to the hospital was a sign that i was not okay
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