On a scale of one to trashy, how is this: Got drunk, gave a guy a hand job. In the middle of the bar
I think you broke the trashy scale
all her text said was "asdfhdaufhudshfuds" and i knew that meant come over
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
You didn't want to have sex last night because you said your grandpa just died and you didn't want him watching..
i knew you were okay when you wanted to eat in the ambulance
Is there any chance I can see you without pouring vodka on your head?
Mystery solved. Def had ice creme last night. There is a melted half eaten ice creme bar next to the bed. Which had melted onto my pillow. That explains why it was in my hair too. Im a fucking sherlock holmes over here.
Drunk me wrote a bucket list last night. #4 is "hate fuck a childhood enemy". Can we make this happen?
she was braiding my hair and singing forever young while she vommed everywhere at the same time. Talent.
STDs are my biggest fear, besides whales. They're so fucking big.
You realize we were screaming in the car about our apartment next year because we can "bring home randoms whenever we want" and "stare at each other from our door ways"
Was asked out on a date tonight on Linked In. That creepy genius at apple that touched my butt one time in the back stairwell. I thinks it's fair to say I've hit rock bottom.
We are such grown women, dealing with life's problems one shower beer and reckless makeout session at a time.
These last few days with George, grandma, and now Carrie all dying have been pushing me further and further into rum's sweet embrace.
You were yelling at a tree saying it should be in the forest..
Don't judge me.
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