just dropped my bong into 7 pieces, and carried the glass shards around my house. dad saw the blood dripping down my arms, and asked if i slit my wrists. way too high to laugh at this.
the can pyramid on my head actually reached a decent height before I moved.
Clearly he doesn't understand my need to be surrounded by cats at all times
idk what id do withouhrh yoy btro
You can buy vodka at target here.. Maybe Missouri isn't so bad after all
After all the hair products he's stolen from me, he better fucking be gay.
I'd like to bring you 40 virgins and treasure chests of gold to make you feel better
The thumbs up barstamp on my hand is mocking my hangover with its positivity.
Its kind of weird knowing that im only seeing you that day to fuck in some woods
My therapist thinks I shld paint u something to show u my appreciation 4 ur friendship. 1) she must think I'm rite on the brink of no friends 2) this is real
my brain is opting to stay half drunk rather than relearn how to think. the rest of me is in no position to argue.
Had a guy spin me around at the bar, kiss me then say "oh shit you're not who I thought you were" and then walk away.
Do I go to spinning class and try to redeem myself from going drunk, or do I wait a week and hope they forget I fell of the bike?
On another note- any interest in going to a gay bar to hit on 19yr olds?
I just fanned myself with my wet toothbrush to dry my mascara. Wtf
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