im ready to get crazy and take my wig off
i hope when i become a housewife i'm more of a gretchen and less of a vicky
you went around and groping mens pants to see "which was worthy" of you to go home with.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
Just passed on a threesome. I'm too old for that kind of morning after.
basically theres shrimp everywhere. splattered on the walls, in the carpet, its bad. ohh theyre never gonna get the smell out.
I smell like booze and the valet literally buckled me in, def top 3 walks of shame
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
Happiness for him is a different happiness than you can supply cuz you have life standards, morals and goals that dont include the bar or beer everynight.
I don't know which part of you thought this was funny but it's fucked up to wake up in that much fluff and now we don't have a couch. Fuck you.
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
They gave me patron and potatoes I couldn't say no
I wanna say I regret bonging a beer while having sex with Mike, but it helped me get thru it.
All I ever wanted was my bed, Tylenol, and total darkness. Instead I had a pervert with porno posters who blares german rock calling me tootsie pop. How was your saturday night?
The neighbors ahemed the WHOLE time. Their kids are the ones that scream loud enough for me to remember my birth control. It's payback!
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