There was a staple in my grits at waffle house last night. My knees are bruised as hell. And I puked pink all over my bathroom. Gooood night.
I was just stopped at a stop sign waiting for the moon to turn green.
theres pictures of him knuckle deep in her, both of them thumbs up and cheesin. someone should take her kid away
If you have a glass table... Put it up. I don't wanna hurt myself again, I just got my stitches out...
I feel like we should at least be hungover if we're gonna be this grown up.
I'm assuming the reason my elbow is so sore has something to do with all the broken shot glasses eh?
Yep
this probably sounds so sketchy, but hes going to jail in a month so he needs a place to crash for now. Hes sick though, and hes paying half our rent
I don't know. I was hiding and the bed was banging. I am going to sleep now in someone's car.
We can't go back there. Ever. No context required, just know it's true.
I don't know if the puke on my pants is mine or not
I legitimately thought he died. I even called his mom at 3am and told her. Im done with vodka.
Stop recording sex noises and setting them as my ringtones. This time it was at a funeral
i think we sleep fucked last night...
Let's be real, he was never going to be tall enough
My Boss was giving porn recommendations. I think I'm scarred for life.
Randomize
