called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
So we were sitting in his back seat and he asked me if I practiced giving head. I mean really, who asks that?
Ps what kind of horrible ppl are we that we both checked blackberries during sex and neither minded?
I know. They started calling me The Incident. The hotel maids, that is.
Chicken salad taco, you know, when you're out of bread and crackers, and high.
You know it's time to cut back when your unemployed drug dealer roommate tells you that you party too hard.
Where the royal fuck are you??
The depths of vodka hell.
Need you on the dancefloor. Hungry and lonely.
We need to drink more. Just think how awesome it would be to wake up in a trailer and NOT remember how wee got here.
I just want to dump glitter on my floor and roll in it like a cat in catnip.
Sunday mornings are confusing. Like. I can't decide if I want to go for a run or start drinking
Hey man, when I left for work she was laying on the couch naked cuddling your keurig, can you clean that mess up?
I also tried to hide a bottle of vodka in a build a bear last night so that something that happened in my life
You told me that you would let her eat cake off of your ass, then fell asleep on the floor
I just found your shirt hanging in a tree 4 blocks from the party...in the opposite direction of your house. where are you going?
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