I may or may not have melted a dent into the top of my minifridge with my hot glue gun, which I left on for the past couple hours unsupervised, while we were on our salvo/savers excursion. Welcome to Halloween in college.
In hindsight buying the pill crusher with my vicodin prescription might have been too much.
When I find myself drinking from a boot I just go with it and refuse to ask why.
Is "incoherent" a legit goal to strive for tonight? Or should I stay sober enough to fuck who I can?
The best part about passing out on the floor was the fact that when I pissed myself, I didn't piss the bed again.
She can't meet us until 830...there's no hope for our sobriety at that hour
In other news my cocaine dealer got arrested for heaving some kid out of a fourth story window.
So I'm not dead, but close call. I think I can handle one more bar.
It's after midnight. I didn't find the answer to my problem, but I did find the bottom of a bottle of vodka, so... there's that.
First time since we broke up that I'm not drunk before noon...win for broken hearts everywhere
You just gave me the title for the series of our lives. Haha. Chapter 12: the cocaine on the back of the hairbrush
Bitch I slept on the ground 2 nights running
I didn't even know we were hiding from the cops, I was just playing with the cats. People kept telling me to be quiet the cops are here and I was like DID YOU SEE THIS CAT!?
(440): please tell me you didn't have sex in my dress.. IT'S A VIRGIN DRESS.
I pointed at him and said “there goes mr fuckwad”
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