so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
im just going to superglue mistletoe to my forehead and see what happens
thats what you get for writing a paper after liquor pitchers
its only a rough draft.
Using a Nedi Pot after doing lines... at least I'm a health conscious drug user?
I couldn't open my car door and for a second I thought they were taking me to an intervention circle.
I gave him my yeast infection. HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN WORK?
I damn near set my vagina on fire. WHILE The Flaming Lips played in the background. Intensely apropos.
You left your underwear in a sandwich bag on my kitchen counter.
Trimming my pubes at 1 AM, drunk, listening to Stevie Ray Vaughn. What has become of me.
Jesus christ stop updating me about every aspect of your life.
I woke up to my roommate checking my pulse
My booty call fought through ice and a foot of snow to get here. He brought booze, food, and cigarettes for three days. My vagina is the greatest motivator of all time.
And he listens to me when I talk to him like the hulk.
I will read books by day and do guys by night. A mental and physical enlightenment, if you will.
I'm gonna have to start putting baby wipes and a change of pants in my bag. The amount of times I'm scared of shitting my pants in public is too high and I need the reassurance
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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