I've never been 12-exclamation-point-excited for sex. That must have been good.
Im am drinking whisky alone in my parents basement. I think I just watched the point of no return stroll by.
I always have to poop after I paint my nails. It never fails.
2 classes, 3 finals, and $30 worth of adderall until this semester is over.
You can't just send the picture of my vagina back to me, 2 months after we broke up, and make small talk out of it.
Down at Ground Zero right now. So many people here. It's the most patriotic game of grabass Ive ever seen.
Nobody in the ambulance liked me...
new costume idea. paint swatches and a ball gag... I'll be 50 shades of grey.
There was no eligible dick at the ER. I'm pissed. Looks like "Searching for Strange at the Local Free Clinic" is a no go for the name of our first full length album. On the other hand, I got a dilaudid shot and I no longer feel like I have the worst bladder infection of my life.
Oh, AND I met a ukulele teacher that I'd date. So there's that.
I broke a glass at the bar and ended up with blood on my forehead. I apparently kept screaming BLOOD like the little boy in that YouTube video.
Just took adderall with about half a bottle of red wine...i have stopped trying for this last exam
i peed in the parking lot at work not even thinking, a woman saw
At one point I was counting his nipple hairs to calm myself down.
I lysoled the money\n(631): wrong text lmao
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