My dignity? Collapsing on itself like a dying star.
you went into starbucks asked for a mocha "on the rocks"
The crazy thing is, I dont actually know where the cat is, she said something bout the back of the toilet and a sock.
after we had sex last night he told me he smelled like my vagina. and then he said that if his roommate had a vagina he would probably smell like it. because "they hug weird and shit."
whispering "taste the rainbow" well having sex isn't my biggest turn on.
Idk, it's Grover wearing a sombrero. Do I need a reason?
The fact that both my ribs are severely bruised from shoving flasks in my bra might be a validation of my mothers alcoholic accusation
I swear to god if he wasnt on the fourth floor balcony and I wasn't to drunk to climb I would kill him
I'm ready to sell my soul to the strip club tonight
I have weed and a speedo - I don't need anything else.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
Do I go to spinning class and try to redeem myself from going drunk, or do I wait a week and hope they forget I fell of the bike?
I wore a shirt that says "more tequila" to my bday party last year and that's why I want to be my own friend
I'm smoking and watching the Muppets Treasure Island. Where are you?
Something about that statement reminds me just how much of a role model you are, sis.
God... We're terrible. I'm so proud of us.
I know! It makes me feel all warm inside. Or maybe that's just me getting closer to hell.
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