clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
I just puked in the mop bucket at work. I think I need to go home.
This is the LAST time i'm accepting the excuse "tequila made me do it". Even tequila thinks buying all of nickelback's itunes singles is fucking retarded
He gets you donuts, dinner, and booze consistently, who cares if he's cheating
every facebook tagged picture of yours, you are either drinking, swimming or drunk in water
I just brought the toaster out onto the porch to light a cigarette, don't talk to me about being desperate.
He asked me if we could throw a lingerie party together so I guess he's single again
Bro. Some kids just drive-by judged the shit outta me.
it's like I can see my whorish nature reflected back at me in his wedding ring.
I would fuck him In a heartbeat, an obese child running up stairs with an irregular heartbeat, heartbeat.
Oh yeah. I pretty much fucked the universes brains out lastnight. It was glorious.
My car has a permanent smell of sex to it now.
These last few days with George, grandma, and now Carrie all dying have been pushing me further and further into rum's sweet embrace.
Just almost drowned myself in the shower again. I need an adult.
I'm cuddly bitch. Deal with it.
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