he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
At some point I made a semi-conscious decision that i was okay with sleeping in my own vomit.
I wanna get FUCKED up and fail the piss test at my eval so they send me to detox and give me suboxone... Is that bad?
just got my girl scout cookies. wanna get high?
Thats the last thing I remember and then I woke up in this Dutch kids dorm and he was taking a picture of me while I was sleeping
judging by the cake all over the hall, my neighbors had a pretty successful thursday too.
New low: falling asleep with my face in the toilet only to be awoken when my hand slid down and touched the water. It's moments like these I wish I could forget.
We should install the 'help i've fallen and can't get up' buttons on our bodies for this weekend. Birthday weekend calls for extra measures.
What happens at the gay bar stays at the gay bar. Except that I sold my panties for $100. People should know that.
Every now and then I'll meet one who is talented in the art of shower gymnast.
The problem with having sex on the couch is that your blanket ends up in the laundry and you're left cold on the couch the next day.
it was so good i reconsidered my staunch atheism
The dominoes guy came back thirty mins later to ask me out. I guess he figures if I'm eating pizza alone I must have gotten dumped
I let my daughters ex boyfriend take me home from the bar. Hey, at least he's old enough to drink
The bad thing is that I bled through my bandages last night and keep finding blood around the house. It's almost like a scavenger hunt for solber me. I get to find out where drunk me went.
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