last nights makeup is better than no makeup at all.
LETS GET FUCKED UP IN ONESIES TONIGHT.
I worry about you sometimes...
I'm sitting by the window waiting for the sun to go down so that I can start drinking.
I made a drinking game out of watching your DUI video, everytime you say " okay, well thats just your opinion"
Vodka @ 9pm. Library. Nothing can go wrong, I promise.
The kid in the park, who was on a leash I might add, looked at us and yelled "stranger danger" before hiding behind his dad
Well, it's hard to say. Last night he puked a perfect circle around him on the floor, and then sat in it insisting it would protect him from the smoke monster. He's was still there last time I checked.
Blood and glitter go together right?
Okay! I've got my sketchbook, my purse, my coat, and a knife hidden in my cleavage. I'm ready for to meet my blind date~
It was a karaoke bar combined with a liquor store and had a donkey pen in the back.
Keeping it classy as usual I see
I'm not worried. All I have to do is not be the drunkest painter at 8:00. Golden.
It's a strange mix of shame and pride every time I pee at the bar and still see my lipstick on the bathroom wall...
This is your morning-after text courtesy of your very confused friend!! :) To discuss "what the hell were you trying to tell me last night," press 1. To laugh over your drunken antics, press 2. To pretend like none of it even happened (or to respond with concurrent confusion because you have no idea), press 3.
I FOUND THE LEGS
I have two bottles of emergency tequila stashed under my desk at work.
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