i'm not a human right now. not even a dancer.
i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
I just packed a bowl in my room and use glad press n' seal to cover it so it wouldn't dump out in my pocket .
its family weekend so i'm givin my little bro a tour of everywhere ive thrown up on campus
Managed to discreetly puke out of a moving streetcar window, in front of no less than a dozen people. Nobody saw/said anything. I feel like a legit local now.
in literally every picture i'm wearing less and less of my costume.
we convincced her parents we were only wasted meanwhile theire faces were morphing into one and i swear there was a reindeer in the background
I puked in a solo cup and then offered it to him. So yeah, it was a rough night.
Fuck underwear. Let's get stoned and eat ravioli.
I wish my bank account would intervene on my life choices.. $200+ in alcohol in 2 weeks and a $40 McDonald's bill is a cry for help.
Got it in all night, now at a bar at 730 am and we are the only two people here. Somewhere my mid twenties father is applauding me.
In other news, I'm pretty sure my mom was encouraging me to have a threesome yesterday... I don't even want to start digging in that garden of horror and trauma.
Ur wingman ability is causing serious doubt
Ok first off its WAY easier if you are actually here
I want to eat a stick of butter
Did your pain meds kick in?
It tastes nice
danced like there was no tomorrow. surprise. there's a tomorrow
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