you ever get that eerie feeling when you walk in a room, when you know youve barfed here before.
the people going to church this morning while i was walking home did not seem as pleased as i was with how many beads i earned last night
There's a guy at this party taking all the unfinised beers and pouring them into a pitcher so he can drink them tomorrow.
vaguely remember the bartender stopping me outside last night so he could pull the duct tape out of my hair
i can't sleep with him. he has a scrapbook from the girl he lost his virginity to.
We stole a cat. That is all you need to know.
Just for future questioning, I didnt break up with you over text
Eight drinks in. Subject is fondling chips before eating them. Intoxicated texting has expanded from best friend to random guy I met in FBLA.
Why are there so many fucking Lambchop puppets hidden around my house?!
Got hit on by the cable guy. Solid 9. Think Orlando Bloom with a glorious curly mullet.
You know getting black out drunk at a cats birthday party should have been my lowest point drinking wise but some how I feel like last night was some how worse
I woke up this morning with my hand on his dick. That sneaky bastard.
Jeff brought me a cup of coffee to my desk. He's getting a blow job.
So here I am, sexting at work.
I've been in town for almost 36 hrs and I haven't made out with a stranger yet - I consider THAT a record!
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