Is there a reason "Call me when you're legal" is written on my arm? I'm 22..
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
A baby just go on our party bus. What. The. Fuck.
I don't have nearly enough visine for the dryness from sticking my head out the window on the freeway for 20 minutes. Child lock me next time.
I'm hungover in the park, and some guy just handed me a business card for his church. I can feel Jesus' disapproval running through my fingertips
I decided they need a food cart that just roams around the library like the cotton candy people at the circus. But with real food. like tacos cause it sounds delicious.
I'll just have to do enough fangirling for the both of us. Nipples engaged.
Uhm after 8 I don't recall anything. All I know is there's a picture of me playing pong with my grandmother.
I woke up with a hangover and a man bun. Reached over to drink water and accidentally chugged raspberry vodka. So there's that.
Drunk me commented on almost all of her pictures. My favorite one is titled "be as the sea". My comment is "cold, rough, large and letting anyone come inside you. you accomplished." Guessing I'm not invited to the party anymore.
some kid just came up 2 me bleeding yelling "thats how u riot"
I haven't listened to news as I've been having lesbian sex all night. Anything new?
Naptime over. I've got fresh contacts and tequila. RAAAAAAGE!
I blame her lesbian super powers of coercion.
scale of one to ten how loathsome is it to save my chocolate easter bunny to use for a topping on my edibles
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