I left the party when things started to get crazy... and when I say crazy I mean: there was puke on the carpet, Evan was passed out behind a plant, Mary was making out with her ex while her present bf was making out with Nancy. Not to mention that someone fisted the wall. Also - someone is sleeping on your lawn - they might be dead, I didn't check. Later.
It has come to my attention that I should apologize for myself and my friends
well since you're still married, you will be paying for my abortion right?
You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
Once again there IS no outside bathroom. Never has been, that is the balcony
I know i should have focused more on what you were saying in the text rather than the fact you spelt "suicidal" wrong
I miss the smell of you or some shit.
It hurts to peel the glue off my chest and i keep finding glitter in my hair.
I just wanted to decorate you...
That's the point of day drinking, get fucked up by 6pm so you can get stuff done the next day. It's the adult thing to do.
one minute he's happily playing with a lighter and the next thing I know, he's screaming and the swing set is on fire
Totally uneven. One tiny pussy lip that almost didn't exist and one giant lip that unfurled liked 5 different times half way down her leg and could have been used to hoist the mainsail on a pirate ship.
we broke the bed, curtan rods, a dresser drawer, and unless I didn't notice it before, we put a hole in the wall. This is why he and I have to fuck in motels.
Three times. Three times I left home yesterday in search for sex, and three times I returned un-orgasmed.
So, I just ordered a breathalyzer for this weekend. I figured if I'm getting shitfaced, I should at least be scientific about it.
After this weekend my vagina will follow his penis anywhere. It’s like the pied piper, but with penis
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