another moral hangover. fuck.
it doesn't mae me god, the fact that I am god makes getting dressed futile and tedious... btw i am still drunk
My relationship with VH1 is so bittersweet
Skinny jeans should not be made in size 14. Then, it's just a lie.
This situation is one cop call away from being a Lifetime movie.
The woman in front of me has a completely clear purse. I can see everything. It's ballsy because her vagisil is on display.
So I put about 15 worms in the cuervo bottle. I don't think that's how it works but I feel like hallucinating by 11am
I think I should just go up to him and say, "before I invest time in this could I just take a look at your penis?"
the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
I just walked past a woman in the bar stroking a mans crotch, yelling 'I made this. I made this happen.'
All i remember was you crying naked on the bathroom floor because you were cold. I got you a blanket and you kept kicking it off and crying because you were still cold.
You sat on my knee, like Santa, while I peed.
I just put my hair into this ponytail & it looks hideous & really cool at the same time. I am dedicating it to the hangover I have
Wesley I'm sober and my body hurts. There wasn't much trust in any of those falls.
You ate all the burritos in sight....I cant take you to mexican restaurants anymore
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