I woke up in what appears to be a taco bell graveyard in my bed.
I am sitting on the couch "eating" a frozen big bucket margarita with a spoon.
There's some drunk girl alone in the field, she looks like she could use some help.
Also it's only fair that you know that that girl is me.
He kept pouting and saying i cockblocked him and I kept yelling "I'm sorry...but the cock was never out to be blocked"
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
I'm two shots in and wandering around Barnes and Noble with $58 in singles.
I just forgot I was standing up.
Jesus fuck that was emotional whiplash
Tears For Fears is the only thing getting me through life at this moment.
I am the oldest one here and I STILL feel like I need an adult. help.
Why is there a wet sock in my garbage? Why did I chug so much red wine? Why was someone signing into my iCloud account at 4 am in China? Why do I do self-destructive reckless things? So many questions.
Who knew she had talents apart from chugging wine spritzers
I think this is the first time I heard a lesbian version of baby it's cold outside.
I'm at home 4 xanax deep watching She's all that.. no I don't want to go out. The couch is eating me.
He ate me out in a golf cart while I watched the sunset. You are so right, golf skirts do provide amazing access.
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