when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
I'm already at the bar. It's 2 PM. Help
Last thing I remember was you straddling a guy in a wheelchair on the dance floor.
He is to the point where he forgot I was in the front seat of his car while he was taking me home...that stoned
Pissing in la rieve gfox. Jer zsyuis diu drunk but it felt amazunbg
Dans le librearie ivetre. Hjhaha
You're not required to sleep with every guy that spends $10 on you.
that bitch in the red sedan is still teasing me with the ice cream cone. i'm going to show her my dick
This is the most scared i've been of my hands since i did shrooms.
I took a cab from the club to the grocery store. I needed peanut butter.
Also. After puking outside of the bar last night, some guy (who saw me puking) said I looked like Jennifer Lawrence, called me J Law, got my number and is now texting me. Who knew puking and rallying would do me any good
You just get me....like our souls are boning in the spirit world
We are all yelling at the cat at our apt in nothing but our underwear. How do you think it's going.
His dick is a skeleton key. It fits everywhere.
If not, I can murder my liver twice...it's like a cat, it has 9 lives
Yeah I knew you'd like him. He's emotionally and physically self destructive.
We would have so much to talk about!
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