finally stumbled home. 4am. made it to the bathroom and threw up. the cat came in,s aw me, looked at the vom in disgust, and then threw up too. its nice to have such sympathetic pets.
I'm pretty sure blacking out is a coping mechanism.
I used the picture of my mom and I doing blow job shots in Vegas in the presentation for my Spanish final. Graduation here I come.
My head. My head is the problem. Also alcoholism.
If you were a real friend you would have told me you saw me in a porno despite how awkward of a convo it is. You act like I should always know when I'm being recorded.
I could have made money off of that but no you had to wait 2 years to drunkenly tell me this shit.
I'm doing homework tonight but if you end up going out drinking I would like one courtesy peer pressure text.
What changed your mind?
Being sober
I can't bring an entire liter in the bar in my purse. I mean I can. I might. I'm probably gonna.
A nap. You broke your hand napping in Vegas.
Your anal douche was on bathroom counter. Now it's in dumpster. Not ok. I am mad. Very mad.
it was cool until he whispered 'sounds like you need a good dicking' with a completely serious face and i just lost it
After all this I still can't spell gonorrhoea without autocorrect
also, my mom just called to make sure the dick tattoo on your arm was fake..
But being sober is boring. Everything takes so long, I feel like I'm just waiting in line to die.
My penis definitely considers my Captain Cock costume a success
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