remember when she hit me with her car by accident, well apparently it wasn't an accident.
I'm totally gay for Miss Californiaaaaaa
oh sweet, sweet irony
standing in the yard with no pants on waiting for google maps to come and take a picture.
I was in bed at 845. Affairs take a lot out of people
at last call she tried to get the bartender to fill her flask. when he refused, i had to stop her from trying to pour the rest of her beer in there.
you know, even black out drunk I can always remember the exact point where I should have stopped drinking.
I was informed last night that im not allowed to pick up the bouncers and carry them around anymore. Last sat is starting to make more sense
Just found the cutest bag of coke under my bed. I'm going to get fucked up and bleach the cat vomit out of my sheets.
I'm sitting at work trying to dust glitter off my pants. I can't hang out with her anymore.
her 18 year old son fed me pieces of a french roll like a pigeon, as I lay on the floor of the bathroom crying.
we're decorating our christmas cookies with birth control. so pretty.
Also, beer. Big fan.
either i huffed spraypaint or ate out that makeup artist. you decide.
I'm still drunk, my mom is throwing up, and there is a random Irish guy out getting our house breakfast right now. Wednesday's are my bitch.
I wish I got tanner on friday but I feel like I spent most of my time puking in the bathroom. I love my life
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