I think my plan to not drink this week was just ruined by my mothers discovery of the chat function on facebook
I tried. Now my legs are bleeding and I cracked my head on the coffee table. Never taking your advice again.
All I remember is mattress sliding down the stairs while giving him a blow-job. Sorry you had to witness the incident.
If this week is any indication of my life here I've got to get out ASAP. My liver can't hack it.
Just thought to myself "I should practice shotgunning a beer before Wednesday." I don't think my GPA is going to like this semester.
Why is everyone else growing up when I'm just crying, eating, and having pregnancy scares?
Why is there a video on my phone of us trying to snort a line of Reeces Pieces with you chanting "This is how fat girls party"?
How did I roll 7 times this month and survive?\nI must be some sort of ecstasy goddess
I hope your face alive. Lemme know if you are breathing in the morning. If not. Whoever is reading this tell me when the funeral for this awesome mother fucker is and we will rage at that event. Kthanksbye
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
I just meant the frequency of your blow jobs on a flow chart wouldn't look too promising
You know getting black out drunk at a cats birthday party should have been my lowest point drinking wise but some how I feel like last night was some how worse
I just realized I have a habit of pre gaming for therapy visits. Problem?
We'll discuss it when you get here
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
You made me promise I wouldnt let you play "fuck fuck goose" with a 40 year old ever again.
Randomize
