Our funnel is on top of our neighbors roof.
its the kind of pain that only someone with a fucking elephant on their head would understand. I'm never drinking again.
Im otw to class. I was at the Library. Just past three girls with a bottle of tequila playing dizzy bat.
I sent him a picture of my boobs instead of saying good morning. I'm trying to tell him how I feel in a language he'll understand.
Imagine cans of beer raining. Like not hitting you and hurting you. Just gently falling into your hand whenever you're sad
Found some boxer briefs on my patio table this morning surrounded by a case worth of empties. Starting to remember why I have rugburn and a sore asshole.
I'm sure nobody at Walmart was wondering why I was wearing a glittery tutu and needed $300 changed into small bills
So what did you do since you didn't go out?
...ate chocolate and watched bring it on....it's like I don't even know what it would look like to be straight.
my nose is crying tears of wow.
I mean we don't talk anymore but I still see him around wearing that sweater he stole from me after we had sex
Don't go to jail over some guy named Bunky
He got you flowers. How bad can the sex really be?
If waffles and beer don't scream "fuck me!" then I don't know what else to do.
Sober sex is weird like I didn't expect this when I got clean
I've started recycling nudes. Why should I take new pictures for every single man?
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