So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
if you google earth my address you can see me getting out of my car. finally my moment of being famous
Then I opened the closet and then i found the babies
Dude you didn't move for like 2 hours then suddenly sang the chorus to ghetto superstar and passed back out
should my break up email to my English professor be in MLA format?
Dude sorry but it totally wasn't worth going back in there for yous shoes
All i remember is Liz dragging me home yelling at me, crying, and barfing
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
God dammit not the cupcake channel. Not when I'm high.
Im invoking the "no judgements" clause of our friendship.
My god, what have you done?
2:34, make a wish! I wish I wasn't on acid at Planned Parenthood. What's yours?
You have a husband. I have a bag full of electronics. This, is the single life.
I'm like a hairless cat ready to be ravished
On a scale of 1 to shit show you were "i just pissed myself"
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