just threw up nine times in the shower.. solid night last night.
Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
No. one of us needs a degree and I am already the alcoholic friend. I can't do everything
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
if you spike my cofee one more time im gona fuck you up. im presenting to the mayor in sevven fucking minuets. fuck you and youir fucking bartending classses i am so fuckign fcked
PS August 29 of last year was when you ran over my foot. Facebook just reminded me.
Your cat is quite the conversationalist after some tequila and shrooms
God and karma are having a fucking field day with my body today.
I am 48% hangover, 48% bruises and 2% fingers I'm texting with.
Drinking vodka straight from my water bottle because of the debate. I just need to forget.
Just picked up an ounce of keif and if it goes to waste before the world ends I'm gonna haunt the shit out of somebody when we all die.
I'm two shots in and wandering around Barnes and Noble with $58 in singles.
I just shook glitter of my birth control packet so I’d say it’s safe to say it was a good weekend
Sitting on my couch watching TV in my underwear drinking a bottle of wine.... and you want to interrupt me to come pick you up. No I will not do it.
I miss all the tiny banana hammocks... When can I go back to ogling? I can do it from a lot farther than six feet without any complaints.
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