puked in the new hous. now it's officially home.
Baconater + red wine = first meal of the day
You need to come back and get me. This is not a jersey shore party and he is not dressed as Pauly D and I am about one shot away from hooking up with a real fist pumping Guido.
she broke up with me and one of her excuses was constant soreness... should I be sad or proud?
The "puke-towel" started to grow something...
I'm having a flashback of telling a guy that he was beautiful and graceful like a unicorn while playing shuffleboard.
I'm glad they extended train service last night. People crying, screaming, throwing up, fighting and peeing themselves on a train made me feel like I've got my shit together.
I'm not really made for random hookups.. i'm like a swan.. i don't wanna have random swan sex. i just wanna have one swan hubby and fly around the world together and eat bread that people throw at us..
For sure shouldn't do homework after beers and joints. Just cited like 3 sentences at the end with (History, 2013)
Tequila, beer, rum, gin, and vodka all mixed in my body last night. The whole "never turn down free booze" is catching up to me. Hungover = understatement of the year.
I need to quit being a slut. It's to the point that I got my period today and automatically I Believe I Can Fly popped into my head.
I told you that you should stop drinking and you responded "Thanks for telling me how to live, North Korea!"
I'm worried about how taking care of my mom's dog while being on acid will go.
Would you accept a fantastic blowjob as payment?
All the doctor said was why
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