hotel room ftw
The only reason I kept his number in my phone for so long is so that hed pay for my abortion.
i woke up with a shattered plate next to my head.
like stop trying to get a relationship out of this when i'm clearly in the drunken mistakes part of my life.
Btw, I'm creating an event on fb to celebrate the one yr anniversary since we went to jail.
studying for my Anatomy final and masturbating to Japanese porn are practically the same thing
Taking my infected piercing out in the parking lot of the food card place. This is one of those life defining moments that makes me sad.
I think I'm just going to up-end a bottle of wine and look through pictures of what my life used to be.
We passed out in his car so I had to find a way to inconspiciously make my walk of shame back inside to go get my shit. To make things more difficult I had no pants and the whole neighborhood was awake
Thought the acid was fake. Then my reflection didn't move when I did in the bathroom.
I look excited, but its just a facade.
So I sniffed too hard this morning before work and I THINK THE COCAINE JUST STARTED ROUND 2.
I wasn't going to drink tonight, but was reminded this is the anniversary of prohibition being repealed. If I don't, then I am against my profession of bartending and anti-American, right?
I just bumped into this random I hooked up with a few years ago at Steve's party. Talk about a fingerblast from the past!
I've been drunk texting you for weeks, and you watched me puke outside your house... I say it's time we meet in person.
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