before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
My cardio has turned into running out of the cold from bar to bar.
He asked if he could fuck me while on chat roulette.
Not enough. Tell the person next to you to give you their drink. I give you permission. And then chug it. Be a hero tonight.
Home safe. Took me everything not to stop and pick up some random cat that looked like an ocelot tho.
pretty sure I just came the closest to throwing up in my pants that I'm ever gonna get. I'd like to thank the academy and the hangover thatt I hope actually kills me in the morning.
I wasn't that drunk, I know my limits. When peeing became difficult I stopped taking shots.
I don't know what I'm more pleased with, the blowie last night or that fact that there's still 20 dollars in my wallet
Stoned in some guys basement listening to ELO. it's like its 1978.
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
I am the girl who goes to bed with her make-up on so that she doesn't have to fully redo it in the morning. I am obviously not ready to be a mother.
How does that even work?
My google history for last night included "Whre is johns house" and "wher can i buy nukes?" Pretty sure they're related to one another.
He tried to introduce me to one of his friends that kept looking at me and I said "OH NO! I can't do this shit anymore!!" It was like I had a vision of what drunk me would've done in about 20 minutes.
Honestly, this is a first for me. I've always prided myself on my ability to pretend to get along with others.
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