Cool, see you soon... she just admitted to her friends that it was a queef.
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I did that thing again where I get way too drunk and go gay. Then wake up in the morning and freak out at the person. Yet another bar I cannot go back to
I'm at an open mic night and the next act is called 'the best creed cover band ever.' The guy i recently hooked up with is on bass.
when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
She talked about nothing but beanie babies for 45 minutes. I'm never getting high with her again.
The two girls sitting next to me are asking siri "Like, uh, how do you know my name?". Do I fuck with them or fuck them?
I don't know what to think. Also, I decided to take a bath...sorry in advance if I flood the bathroom.
maybe if I avoid him long enough we could skip the talking part of "we need to talk"
don't do it for the experience, do it for the story. now get your ass in that bedroom
They came over the loud speaker and said "no laying on the dance floor.." I thought i was dancing, but apparently that's just the way it started out.
There is maybe 10 hours out of any given day we aren't sober.
Just puked in a cup. Poured it out the window.
I'm getting reacquainted with drunk me. She has grown up a lot.
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