puked in the new hous. now it's officially home.
Ive either hit rock bottom or become my own hero.
I'm at an open mic night and the next act is called 'the best creed cover band ever.' The guy i recently hooked up with is on bass.
If everything I've heard is true, then she's lost her virginity three times
He's talking about how great of a find these dollar store condoms were. Help.
Thanks for having me and my emotional baggage over last night.
If by some world ending natural disaster I get into an actual relationship with this kid, should I tell him the truth about the web of lies I've based our current relationship on?
Jäger goes great with personal crises and receding morals...
well he never texted me back and the pizza I took my rage out didn't deserve such malice
The only way I'll cross anything off my to do list today is if I write 'eat melted cheese' on it
I'm counting my small victories this morning. For instance, I haven't puked at work yet.
To be honest. I have two poptarts in my jacket pockets. No one knows. I am pro stealth.
I'm so high right now that I winked back at a character in this TV show.
The last thing I remember before blacking out was passing that sobriety test.
She's throwing a party for a guy that just got out of rehab?
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