It's 10am, I'm at grocery store buying booze b/c the bf just told me that he didn't "technically" break up with his ex.
I'm not really sure how I got home, but judging by this headache, i'm assuming it involved bourbon.
Covered in glitter and dick. 2010 feels a lot like 2009.
5th glass of wine. There's pictures of Jesus everywhere. It's like you're constantly reminded of your sins here.
She told me she needed to clarify that we are not fuck buddies, we are best friends that have sex once in a while
Also I hooked up with a trainer at my gym. Between her, the married chick, and the bartender, my life is becoming a bad porn plot.
I drank all the drinks. And jump off roof. Yay
All I've eaten today is cookie dough, pecan pie and three shots of jack. Finals week here I come.
I just want to like fall into a pit of hot wings beside a keg of yingling and eat my way to freedom
This is what my life has come to. Like, I may or may not have just stolen pizza from the guy I just hooked up with's fridge when I left...
tom claimed she had a star tattooed around her buttonhole. i am not prepared for this era of skankyness
He wasn't excited for the fifty shades of grey trailer, so I told him we're done
i regret nothing
brb throwing up in the dishwasher
i regret everything
I'm to childless and to single to be asking myself why I'm so sticky
His dick is social distance approved
Social distance approved?
big enough for me to fuck from six feet away
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