I told him I was pregnant. Figured it would soften the blow of telling him I had herpes.
Did it?
Not as such, no.
He just said "wow, thats some rly nice hair! And those teeth..thosee are some cool teeth"
apparently i was just sitting there with my shirt down holding my boobs saying "its ok. its all gonna be ok"
i feel like i was in a swimming pool of captain and coke and had to drink my way out
It's the eternal vodka... it never seems to go away
he was definitely TRYING to give me herpes.
Like do you hear me I PUKED IN MY OWN HANDS AND HE STILL SAID I WAS GORGEOUS
there is a guy passed out on top of me and i don't know what to do. help if you're awake? was anyone anyone expecting someone? maybe he found the wrong room?
I think I'm allergic to vodka. Or people getting engaged. One or the other. I want to die.
This guy is selling weed on the train. Like... Straight up. No fucks given.
I've got to stop fucking tourists. If Chicagos piazza is anything like their dicks. I'm moving.
You can't give me tequila around boys who have girlfriends. That ain't new.
I AM BEING ACCOSTED BY A HUMMING BIRD
I AM IN MILD DISTRESS
The fact that a spice girls song is stuck in my head is a great sign that my decisions aren't the right ones at the moment...
Well, thanks for not letting me sleep with anyone, but no thanks for telling everyone I have the clap.
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