Also, I'm sitting at a crosswalk watching two Mexican gangs fight each other. I miss you too. A lot.
goodnight i made you a song goodbye
If one more person calls me a lesbian I am going to have to give you head in public.
Tell your boobs to stop staring at me.
Just wrote a paper about alcohol abuse that sounded like my weekend...
they duct taped my keg cup to my hand with my sister's phone number on it. I should be ok tonight.
We're knee deep in HJ's right now.
As I was throwing up blood I assured concerned onlookers that I had simply "eaten a lot of ketchup today"
Next time I think buying tan-thru bikinis is a good idea, remind me of that time I passed out in one and burned the epic shit out of my pussy.
When was that?
Yesterday. Bring aloe. For my pussy.
Also, I cannot stop picturing myself in a bar, 3 years from now ordering soda. Just soda. 30 pounds over weight and wearing a cat sweater. I feel like I'm heading in the wrong direction in life.
Novelty of the week: Getting my lipstick back in an evidence bag
I hope. Last year I got lost in New Orleans and some guy named Cookie walked me home while I cried.
Just walked in and got handed a drink. Good service
I'm just going to take a nap and hope I wake up more attractive.
"Fwd: Nice to meet you last night thanks for the tit flash" no recollec. i am officially banned from wearing tube tops to the bar.
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