you wouldn't even come home last night... Dead to me
I just woke up in the 4th floor lounge at 5:30AM with my ipod on to springsteen and a condom on
bubblegum was invented today. we're getting drunk. end of story.
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
I can't right now...you know Sunday night is whn I get drunk and do laundry.
I'm not gonna lie; I was dosed with mushrooms and am eating pickles with a guy in all white. It's weird, but I'm down. Help.
pretty sure I just got a "sorry I have a new boyfriend" blow job. Confused, but totally ok with it.
I needed that adderall to break my tradition of passing out at the bar on Sundays
It was less of a bar, and more of an abandoned basement that some people sell booze in.
C'mon. I'm still an alcoholic at heart, regardless of its broken or not
Bring me your tired, your weary, your buffalo chicken dip
You -do- realize there are other things to talk about than just how different parts of you smell like pussy, right?
Being forward is somethimes a problems. Like in sexual deity Kong.
I think you’re losing coherence.
I am
Stop letting me drink while doing my makeup. I think I used sharpie for eyeliner.
Once you start using "cuddles" as a code word for sex you'll never get real cuddles again
Randomize
