I totally ignored my nose and drank sour milk this morning. The tupid carton said 4/22/09. i puked everywhere..
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
the last thing i remember saying is "hope you like body hair"
Srsly this has gone to far. Just broke my nose on the toilet. College bars.
Ok seriously I'm living off of bologna but I have 4 handles in the freezer.
No fireworks. Throwing the old microwave off the deck.
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
when the officer asked him if he had been drinking, he just goes, "yeah, you?" then falls onto the table.
I didn't even realize I grinded on a security guard last night. Shit. Did he at least like it?
just almost had a panic attack because i couldn't find the granola bar i put in my purse. i miss klonopin.
It'll be a romanticized airport meeting until I'm judged for sitting on his face in the terminal
You kept screaming, "Fuck her right in the personality" and then kissed a guy and slapped him across the face
All I got was pictures of my boss and dicks. So, that was the end of snapchat.
man fuck you i am a delight. you're the one who fucking set his tree on fire while high
THREE MINUTES! THREE MINUTES PAST MIDNIGHT I STSRT HEARING CHRISTMAS MUSIC ON THE OVERHEAD PA SYSTEM!!!
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