just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
Please tell me I didn't pass out while we were having sex last night... and if so I am sooooo sorry.
I just puked into a plastic bag at a red light. Go me.
I'm in a trailer park. But I'm not scared. The virgin always lives.
Right now im sitting at home and all i can think about is im eating calories and i should be out drinking them.
It' a whole new level of walk of shame. I'm carrying his sheets since I have a washer/dryer.
You know were out to late when I call my hook up at 8:08pm and 8:08am in the same night.
We found you on the floor drooling you kept saying over and over how you were double jointed.
He just found another high guy at wal-mart. There now friends. His friend is eating a cupcake
So much to do, haven't done anything except hook up with sailors and work on my tan.
Hooked up with an ex Playgirl model. I feel like the universe just high-fived me for staying sober.
She's started this new thing where whenever she drives by random couples talking alone outside she yells "break up! this is your sign!"
Somehow my drug dealer is stuck in my air-vent and now everything smells like patchouli, weed, deoderant and sweat.
Sometimes I refuse to go through a door until someone holds it open for me because I'm a fucking lady.
I just washed down my antidepressant with some pineapple wine. I'm the picture of mental health this holiday season
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