I just asked my hair stylist how many percocets she'd do my hair for.
he got promoted. that means i have now given my new boss chlaymida. i need a new job.
she was passed out on the moving sidewalks in the airport, we NEED to travel more often
Thank GOD those kids were having a lemonade stand, I didn't have anything to wash down my plan b with.
i just unblacked out cuddled in a pita pit booth with ten dollars rubberbanded to my hand.
I do not want to do anything. The words more tequila need to be erased from my vocabulary
I know. I almost started crying. IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THAT A TURN ON?!
Ok, gonna go sleep cuz my brain wants to be smart and not follow my pussy into the danger zone
I yelled at the dude who smoked him up "YOU'RE THE REASON I'M NOT GETTING LAID" then went to bed. So yeah, I guess it was an ok night.
Also the fuck cup must be buried with me
If you fall asleep, my vagina and I will never forgive you.
I'm pathetic. I'm eating cream puffs in the bath and crying a little.
have fuck
*fun
actually forget it have a fuck too it'll do you good
There is an episode of "how it's made" on tv right now. The subject is tequila and water beds. Basically my life.
27 year olds can still do oral in a car right? Or is that trashy?
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