It's tuesday, which means cocktails followed by cocktales.
before we even ate breakfast we'd found an eighth of weed in some old purse she never uses. it was gone by lunch
If this week is any indication of my life here I've got to get out ASAP. My liver can't hack it.
I thought the cops would know I was on shrooms because I was 10ft tall.
Nope. Daytime is texting time. Night time is you send me naked pictures time.
Being at this stripclub only reinforces how single I am. And I was *just* becoming okay with that.
I know you're gay. But if I'm not getting dick, then you have to. That's what friends do.
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
woke up to a case of keystone on my porch when I went to bed at seven that morning.. I think it's someone's peace offering for getting my roommates car towed
Well, if it gives you any indication, when I got there, there was already some dude passed out naked in the treehouse.
I'm just now starting to feel better... I remembered sleeping on the floor. I was peeing and saw his rug and it looked so comfy
I'm trying to make sure he doesn't drown in the toilet. Because I'm a nice lady.
I'm tired, but I'm gonna go with "I watched the debate last night and part of my soul died"
He was semi blacked out in the hallway with a bucket, calling for me while I had sex with his best friend in the very next room. Why do you let me do these things?
I told him he had to put his dick inside of me at approx 1159 to ensure it was birthday sex. i was 19 when he entered me.. came out 20. winning.
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