He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
Happy hour is for amateurs. Been drunk since 1230. Fell asleep in a disney viewing of UP. Went to the roosevelt and drank more. Now im stumbling around the grove.
Some guy on the train just glared at me. So I'm drinking tequilla out of a dixie cup. Go fuck yourself.
I just had to ask my dad for money to pay for my birth control. I've hit financial rock bottom.
Why is it only times like these when I'm scrubbing the cum stains off my futon before my family gets here that I seriously begin to question my life choices?
Remember when we used to share painkillers at parties? Now we're dealing in blood pressure pills. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
I'm so hungover it hurts to blink.. oh sweet merciful Christ what have I done
btw, whatever u do, dont try and take that towel away from her..i tried, it got ugly..she said some things im sure she regrets.
I spent most of the stoned conversation with my dad proving to him that the Newfoundland is an actual dog and NOT a Snuffaluffagus-esque figment of my stoned imagination, while laughing over the fact there is actually a place caller Dildo, Canada. Have YOU taken time to be a good dad today?
Are you sure he's still you're boyfriend when you're sober?
I FOUND THE LEGS
I guess the weekly d&d orgies are treating you well
I just want him to get into an accident where he's horribly disfigured but otherwise fine so he's not so freaking handsome
She caught me by google maps... Lets just say it wasnt her car in front of the house.
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