So ps i'm not pregnant with any athletes illegitimate children : )
why does he think he needs to feed/take me out to get some ass? we are at a bar wasting my fucking time
It's not called being bisexual its called making out with anyone that has a mouth
I get drunk and say inappropriate things... you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate people. it's what we do.
He just compared himself to a majestic butterfly in regards to the lack of girlfriends. i don't even know what to say.
So on how many levels of wrong is it that I'm reconsidering my divorce simply because I don't want to go through getting used to shitting around someone again.
No talking tonight. Just drinking and puking up memories
Well. No wine. And no real mixers. I'm using vodka and grape juice and calling it Slurrrlot. Happy Holidays bitch.
We split an eighth of shrooms and went ice fishing. It didn't get weird until I caught one and we both started crying.
I really dont wanna go to a traffic light party. I have nothing red to pretend I'm taken with. Without something red my "my girlfriend is away in the mines" story wont work.
And then the templeton police were like "oh I remember her, yeah the blue haired girl that we picked up cause she was passed out drunk on the side of the road"
I just chugged whiskey at 7 AM because going to breakfasts at Brendas doesnt seem right if Im not real drunk. I feel like when Brenda takes my order she can tell Im drunk and will take care of me.
I'm at the level of despair that only Panda Express can fix
apparently in the middle of sex, i said "i just really love the food network i watch it every day"
dude, where did you go? french fries taste like numbers
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