the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
So the coke mirror was perfectly angeled at my face right when i woke up this morning. I now know how I'd look on intervention.
They sent me to the hospital. Apparently, of the many things I said, I looked at the doctor and told him, "Wow... it's like you're a REAL DOCTOR!"
Well, my nose won't stop bleeding from really bad cocaine and my purse is full of plastic gold coins. Also, someone saved in my phone as "tyrannosaurus sex" won't quit texting me. Savannah won. Let's put it that way.
His penis has been a bonding mechanism beyond comparison.
After you threw up you would repeatedly say "napkin" like a siren until somebody got you a fucking napkin.
I'm drunk at 3:28
I'm jealous as shit at 3:34
He drunkenly stumbled over to me and told me my "crotch looks spectacular tonight"..... i think this could work
The band last night was really good
That was definitely karaoke. Guess that answers my follow up question on how drunk you were.
I can't tell if I'm still on the hangover from last night, or if I'm experiencing the one from tomorrow, because it was so powerful that it actually traveled back through time...
She gave me a roadie as we drove home from fireworks. People were still lighting off their displays as we drove by. I love America.
I am serious when I say I think I broke a rib having sex with Kyle. It might be puncturing my lung. No lie. I might die today.
I literally woke up walked into the bathroom, threw up and died this morning. Then went to my 8am.
i just went to hell in the tanning bed. i think god is giving me a preview of what is in store if i keep getting drunk everyday.
She said she didn't care that I was gay and wants to ride the fucking rainbow
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