I just told my doc I would like to talk about my drinking problem, but that it would probably get in the way of my weekend plans.
It's like sexual therapy. We hooked up. And now were talking about our recent breakups.
Emoooo
at russian wedding, no open bar. bottles of vodka at table. getting to work tomorrow may be an issue.
you wanted the guy to gift wrap the condoms
All I did this weekend was get my life in order. I feel like I wasted my time.
His idea of a compliment is: 'you're cuter than your friend. If you both wanted a 3way I'd do it,but I'd pay more attention to you.'
He completely dissapeared at the baseball game. We found him passed out at the hotel three hours later with souviner photos of himself at the top of the Sears Tower.
I think winning the long island race means you lose at life
Just bought weed from the ice cream man. The kid in front of me got a tootie fruitie.
One failed naked backward somersault off the bed and I realize - I either need to drink less or workout more. Perhaps both.
I wore sunglasses to take a shower. I might be hungover.
Just test drove the kilt for Justin's wedding. NEVER. WEARING. PANTS. AGAIN.
Apparently I drunkenly agreed to help the homeless. For once, I'm not disappointed in drunk me. Four for you, drunk self. You go, drunk self!
I fear our relationship is coming to an end. Last night I felt the need to bloody apologise for waking him up with a blow job.
Just a little. Like do I say "hey I'm the girl that's fucking your son, nice to meet you"
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