Dear everyone that texted me last night wondering where i was. i ended up face down blacked up drunk before i made it to the party. My bad
Don't threaten to terrorize my ass hole unless you have to wherewithal to back it up
walkin home..,.jsut saw the cheshire cat
watch out for the queen of hearts
fuucck i forgot ab her
i really thought "pants-shitting drunk" was an unreachable level until last night
right before he passed out he said "take care of your tender spirit"
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
Well some days you just have to get blackout drunk and try to speak Spanish to French Canadian strangers
I'm laying in bed with a case of beer,.. That's how this break up is going..
I have vodka and a slip n slide so of you could come over that would be great
my roommate would be appalled if she knew how many times i've peed in the kitchen sink
I'm high. The text bubbles floating do no justice to the underwater experiences
I keep getting congratulated for drinking 2 six packs of mikes hard and winning the Olympic marathon and I don't remember this shit and now my throat is on fire
I wasn't supposed to sleep w him. So of course I sent him gps location to my bed.
We need to borrow someone's dog. Just so we can non-creepily go to PetSmart and watch all the other dogs take photos with Santa
Facebook is for cat videos and having better lives than people from high school, period.
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