I gambled and lost. Had to pull into a funeral home to clean up with a copy of my resume.
By getting ready I mean putting baby powder in my hair and possibly changing my pajamas to another pair of pajamas
currently hungover, lying in bed and cutting cheese with my drivers license. ashamed? not even a little bit.
No gym. Sooooo hung over. Just puked up the water I drank and it still has ice cubes in it.
she went apple picking. why dont we do cute things like that? let's go to a pumpkin patch!
because we're not cute. we're sluts. and sluts don't go apple picking.
My boobs grew. They knew we were going to vegas.
You just kept yelling at the cabby "I own this cab" and insisted on smoking with all the windows up
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
watched two friends get underages. one had a shirt on that said lets get wasted while the other said to the cop "i understand your just trying to do your job but that was dirty bro".
Well that's the second time I've broken a lamp during sex this month. Starting to worry I'm some kind of X-man. (this one was a wall sconce and I fully smashed it with my head and it crumbled like it was made of sugar)
Am I allowed to be in denial about being gay again? Or is that one of those things you can't do?
I was loaded. my pee still has a hint of lime
I'm going to a one year olds birthday party to smoke weed. What has my life become.
Do we have to do this party tonight? I'm worried my bed will miss me...
I made out with a 40 year old and told her we were dating then got kicked out of a gay bar. This is the day I stop drinking.
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