We are surrounded by old people. Heavens waiting room for sure.
party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
im getting my college education on yahoo answers.
I bought a Christmas tree in my drunken state last night, after walking a half mile in search of vino and prior to my apparently playing boardgames with my boyfriend's family. There is no way you are on my level.
he started drinking at 9am with grey goose and pancakes. He IS my hero.
I'm pregaming for my hair cut. Working two jobs definately taught me how to use my time wisely...
So we'll go out later for condoms and cake batter... aka grocery shopping for champions.
I haven't been motivated enough for a shirt. And only half the day was bra-worthy.
The staples of my diet are Labatt Blue, Xanax, and brick cheese.
I should have never moved out...
I mean jail does seem alright, all the free broth you can eat.
Last night she walked off and disappeared from everyone got home at 330 and said she went to the casino with her cab driver.
You literally chaperoned my booty call.
then a garbage truck rolls up to the club, they hop out, and walk right in like they own the place
I just crop dusted the hot FedEx guy delivering my business cards...then asked him "Was that you?" How the fuck am I allowed to be an adult?
I wanna get to the point where I can just send a question mark and get an exclamation point in response
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