He wouldnt get hard, then started talking about his ex wife. I literally rolled over and started to cry
i live my life in a constant state of hangover.
My entire life is one complicated drinking game
I love how my brain works. It's like being on drugs without the costly upkeep.
I vomited in the sink and my bra was in there...I don't even have words to describe this hangover confusion
4pm on a Sunday....roomate fucking like a wildabeast while I have a organic chemistry study group in my kitchen.
They wouldn't let me hang out the sun roof and sing apple bottom jeans in the drive thru of hardee's i think i no longer like these ppl
Exactly. Some of us want to get married. And some of us want to wear sombreros and do cocaine. To each their own.
We would be rich. And the whole world would be stoned.
Why Weren't you wearing pants?
because pants are for people with no imagination
Goddamn you thin people LEAVE FOOD FOR THE BIGGER DRUNKARDS WHO NEED IT
A part of me realizes this is a bad time to text. But I override it with my awesomeness
She's started this new thing where whenever she drives by random couples talking alone outside she yells "break up! this is your sign!"
I'm sitting at dinner with my family looking over sexts. The thirst is far too real. They're talking about retail and I'm like haha, yes, you are all correct.
The work outs are working. Someone just said my body type was “Tits On A Stick”.
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