Let me tell you a story about the rise and fall of my self esteem
she has a fucking refrigerator full of four loko and is charging 15 dollars a can.... she is like a mini donald trump
Talk me down man. Writing a paper drunk and about to buy Celine Dion's greatest hits.
I really want to go out tonight but part of me wants to be able to honestly tell the judge tomorow that I didn't
I have blocked the memory from my mind. He is just a fuzzy cloud floating with my other bad decisions..
Can we just ponder our lives for a second.
No I think my brain may implode in a puff of cocaine and sparkles.
I've got a permanent seat at the "Girls who eat their feelings" table this weekend.
Goddamnit Shari. He's not called Pencil Dick because he's good a sketching...
it will be just like last year but no clogged toilets and more costumes.
You came out of your room naked under your open robe with a mouth full of brownie on a stick and grabbed a fistful of fruit loops and shoved them into your already full mouth.
Can't tell if waking up covered in easy mac is the sign of an amazing or terrible night
He brought me hungover chipotle knowing full well he wasn't getting a blow job. I think he may be too in love with me.
Just cropdusted a little kid that wouldn't get out of my way in Kroger. Welcome to the real world bitch.
I haven't showered. And am sitting in the office smelling like a beer can someone's been using as an ash tray.
Totally writing my paper on the toilet. Makes me miss you.
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