Denial is the first step to alcoholism…and I don't hate it
Came home to a chalk baord that read:" Think like a rapist." Can't say I'm surpirsed.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
Woke up this morning on my doorstep in a basket with a branch, a lipstick lightning bolt on my head and a sign that said "the boy who lived." i love you guys.
There are flashing lights and a man dressed as Santa with a bullhorn in my cul de sac.
I'm not sure if this is awesome or scary.
I found a half-finished mass text from my California weekend that said "things I want to rape: you, things, stuff, and le"
i was talking to them for like 5 mins and they were like HEY LETS GET A PICTURE and tequila said it was good idea
It's fun yes. But hard on the body. I woke up with her purse, socks and one of her shoes in my room. The other shoe was outside. What the fuck were we doing last night?
I think my brain has decided it's boycotting life until it can do whatever it wants.
Waiting on the notification from my fitness pal that tells me I'm an alcoholic
MY BUTT IS BIG ENOUGH FOR AN ANACONDA AND HE DOESNT GET TO ENJOY IT TOUGH SHIT
lmao he sent me a snapped but i'm afraid to open.
i think i have dick pic PTSD.
Jus pulled over and stole. Corn out of a. Field. ... get on my level
My breath smells like dick and biscuits..
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