just fell over trying to sit on the toliet like a robot.
Tears do usually get me what I want. That and oral sex.
so I'm coping with getting the "I'm not over my ex" bomb dropped on me by getting drunk and yelling at people while wearing a purple princess hat
I remember pointing out how smooth my legs were to try to direct his attention away from my vagina.
playing nyquil roulette. it entails taking shots of nyquil and hoping it doesnt kick in during sex or in public. game on.
I've decided I'm gonna attack people with the toilet plunger.
Good. We don't answer calls at dick thirty.
I also witnessed that same parrot perched on the head of a man grinding with a girl.
Interesting. As a girl I don't know how okay I would be with that.
She seemed pretty into it.
Yep if he's taking selfies he's probably on drugs again.
Can't decide if this guy is hot or if I'm just bored.
Sex is clearly the solution either way.
I wish to strangle
whoa there darth vader
The nice lady at the neighborhood liquor store informs me that we have a new woman-run neighborhood sex shop. Jesus loves me and wants me to have a happy Valentine's day.
If I'm going to keep blacking out this much I need to start taking more pictures.
Beard. Chest hair. Job.
The holy trinity.
You know how last week before we left I was drinking outta that blue cup and I left it sitting across the road. Well, it hadn't moved and my family just found it, brought it inside and cleaned it. I think this cup is my soulmate.
Randomize
