he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
i felt like cinderella. except at midnight i turned back into a whore.
so her cute freckles turned out to be blackheads
Hm. I declare blue a flavor.
well, it ended with me crying outside the strip club saying i don't want to be 21 anymoree. i'd say it was a great 21st birthday.
Yes..we had amazing sex that I have a 50 percent chance of remembering.
I haven't found him passed out in the living room covered in noodles for a while now so I guess he's getting better with the drinking.
I'm totally wasted about to ride water slides. That's goddamn 'Merican. That and Clint Eastwood.
He won't let me go to the bars unless I can manage to get flip flops on.
Sounds like he's doing this for your own good...
No more stories ab the wkend for co-workers... No one else found "and I didn't have pants on when I got home Saturday night" as funny as I did.
i am rolling on molly so fucking hard i want to do 300 cartwheels
I just used the proceeds from selling my ex's engagement ring to fund my first date with another girl.
It was dumb but not something to force me into sobriety
I'm somewhere between crying and wanting to orgasm.
It's my birthday, if I want to stay home, get stoned and watch the gameshow network, that's what I'm going to do.
Randomize
