Doo rag and shades in the bar. You are missing your future husband.
the couple across the street's about to bang. go get the popcorn and come join us.
Either way I should probably pregame on the plane
Either I get my picture taken sitting on a fuckin pony, or I'm not coming.
I tipped the hot bartender my entire wallet. Again.
hand shaped bruises on both boobs again....i wish i could say this is the first time.
He kept telling me that something was trying to enter this dimension from another universe through his spine...
good news: I made it out of bed and into shower. Bad news: I made it back to bed without clothes. Worse news: I don't know this bed.
I am currently watching him baptize himself in a baby pool with a handle of belvedere while wearing a coral dress.
I want to have sex with him.
My tits, and hanging out behind a hotel eating pizza.
So I sent him a snap of me half naked holding a pie last night.
lol I'll trade you jello for a tampon
what a trade!
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
I threw up in 4 different Starbucks across the city before 9 am.
Idk she seemed really innocent until she snorted that line of vicodin
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