I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
At McDonald's last night the guy gave you the wrong kind of McFlurry, so you screamed at him, "YOU MCFUCKED UP."
Last night you were talking while puking saying, "ahh the shoes and the purse, I'm gonna have to wash those"
Think I pulled my pelvic muscle.
I think I pulled my ashamed of myself muscle.
You described pouring milk in your strawberry cereal as a glittering magnificent water fall, skimming over the mountain and little strawberry citizens.
Does this mean I don't have to apologize for launching about 20 bead necklaces at you from the balcony?
Bought asot tix too. After Saturday I'm gonna be reborn like Jesus and no drugs until edc
I'm surprised they let us keep partying at that hotel bar, that's like the 3rd time I've had to try blocking the view of him peeing off the balcony. I earn my free drinks.
If I spent my amateur stripper money does that mean I am cleansed of my sins?
We made out and he didn't grope me. I liked it. I felt like I was innocent again.
Well at least I will forever be known as the girl he ate out on the lifeguard stand while people walked by. On the first date.
Maybe not Elvis quality pharmaceuticals...But some good stuff
I did wake up to a random meat and cheese plate next to my bed, that was a thrill.
No we didn't fuck. He picked me up I asked where we were going and he said "I don't know if you've ever heard of a little place called Denny's?" He was completely serious. I told him to stop the car and I got out and called Jack.
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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