he promised me brunch in the morning so i felt like it was ok....i really need to get a job.
yah i'm on my way- is everything ok?
i'm holding a walmart bag of my own hot vomit that i closed up with some random chicks hair tie. we r pretty fucking far from ok
just gave a yankee's fan wrong directions to Fenway....welcome to boston asshole
We were squawking at each other for over an hour like chickens. Literally. Never touching the stuff again and never again showing my face at that Denny's.
Lame. Party is tapping out at 4am. Even chanting "USA" didn't rally them.
Mr. Clingalot just ran from our apartment. What the hell?
I started to cry afterward and mumble random things. Examples: "God, please don't make me be so gay anymore" and "my mom is going to be so proud of me for fucking a dude this time." It was that or let him stay the night and cuddle. I mean, fuck that horrible shit I'm a girl that needs her space.
Do I have to formally apologize to Brett for flashing him?
Someone shat in our tub last night. I'm not pointing fingers but you priors make you a prime suspect.
It's like they're playing jeopardy and the category is "things that make women dry."
And I'm determined to make an Eiffel Tower happen sometime. I just don't know who will take the pic (first world sex problem?)
I'm going to stop at grocery on the way home. I'm CRAVING wine from a sippy cup. We have neither wine nor sippy cups.
If i'm forever fucked up in this state of mind then I'm going to kill him for this
we got cupcakes after we fucked. gives a whole new meaning to sugar daddy
Spent tonight painting strippers in camo.
no offense but you looked like shit yesterday
tequila is unforgiving..
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