we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
Went home with a 29 year old from the bar. Life lesson: 9 year olds stay up late sometimes
so just incase you wake up on the couch wondering how you got there--you came home at 7am, put ice in a cup--then you proceeded to put the cup in the microwave and melt it because you "wanted water". you then, fell down the stairs while saying "you don't know me" then crawled to the couch.
The only birthday messages I got from men were from my 8th grade boyfriend and the bouncer at our bar. I think I'm doing something wrong in life.
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
I woke up to blood crusted on my face. I don't understand
team rage. no explanation necessary
i offered her breakfast shots. she politely declined.
You. Me. Frosting and a bed. Lets do this.
Bad things happen to those who bang their lab partner at the beginning of the semester.
You texted me a picture of your face along with #help
In the pie chart of my life, she is a huge part of why I drink.
If it wasn't for the fact that I drink during my lunch break I'm pretty sure I would have quit this job by now
I snuck out three pillows from the hotel i was rolling so hard. They are like little clouds. I regret nothing.
Please note that in response to your post about your dog's jaws clamped hard around a stick, I did not comment, "Takes after his dad." You're welcome.
We found him. He just came running out of the closet with a bruise on his face saying he has been fighting elves in Narnia for a year.
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