To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Still bad at ganbling. Still good at dringing.
I'm using my ex boyfriends dog to find a guy at the park I could see fuck buddy potential in. I'm the queen of irony.
It's because you were crossfaded. And because drinks were 3 dollars. And because they accepted credit cards.
It's 1 AM and there's a guy outside my house belting out Bennie and The Jets. He stops in between verses to puke. I'm joining him.
I really want to shower but i'm afraid i'll sober up. My mouth feels like a stripper pole too...
Don't look him in the eyes, it like looking at the sun but instead of burning your retinas it makes you wet and vulnerable
I'm glad I booty called you last night. It was nice to see you and talk, in between all the sex...
Why are there chunks of your hair in everyones pocket?
I decided to mark my territory.
She introduced me as that girl Nathan was fingering
I went to her house she had a kid pool in her living room watching the vacation channel drinking rum out of the bottle saying" life is what you make it. Mines a vacation!!!"
I'm sure as hell not getting hoodwinked into going back to rehab again
Don't worry about me. I am infinite.
I’m at that point in my trip where I’m kinda hot, kinda cold and I have to remember to breathe.
party at the soccer house. crumbs in my sexy panties. can't. put. pieces. together.
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