cannot fit in my clothes. too depressed to drink.
if you drink enough to puke, it's like a weight loss plan.
Ate lunch. Still drunk. Keep forgetting I'm in Texas but then I look around at the people and remember.
The bathroom is trashed. Someone took down all the rings of the shower curtain and Scott threw up on the curtain liner. All the soap and shampoo is in the guest bedroom and the lightbulbs are in a drawer. And there are vom footprints.
He dumped me and I don't wanna fuck his best friend for revenge. Is this what maturity feels like?
He asked me to spit in his mouth. I did. Never let me hook up with this guy again.
Smoked a topless bowl this morning. For International Women's Day. Quite liberating.
I just kept screaming "I'm fucking a preacher's son!" Also, this water tastes like weed.
Somehow it went from suicide to pierced nipples. I think we're good.
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
According to my snapchat story, I tore a fake wig off a security guard and ran away with it.
Man, I miss taking bong rips in my room. Now they are bringing dogs around so all my stuff is hidden in random places up in the woods. I literaly have to hunt and gather just to get high.
I will warn you that there is a pic of me riding a buffalo....and for the record, I was completely sober!!
I was trying not to blow up your phone, but I'm so horny I think I might die
The whole country is going to hell in a handbasket but I got a grade A fucking and don't particularly care.
I’m never getting home or fucked or eating hot Taco Bell fml
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