I just told my doc I would like to talk about my drinking problem, but that it would probably get in the way of my weekend plans.
According to google history I spent most of last night trying to buy an elephant.
She said I wasn't helping her abandonment issues by not responding to her texts at 4 am
He's in bed with me right now. I'm wearing a towel and all I could wish for is my freedom. And pizza.
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
I'm pretty sure I got a cavity today due to how many times I've puked hungover at work.
Reached a new low last night. Passed out. With my pants down. On the toilet. At ihop. Waitress had to wake me up.
Drowning in science and also vodka. Hope you're having fun.
okay we need to get tested.
no YOU need to get tested. I'm just going along for the ride.
The number of mornings I actually have to say out loud to myself "you must put pants on and go to work" to get motivated is...troubling.
No other way to put this but the dick was not worth him crying for an hour after. No more online hookups.
Sigh. I haven't seen a dick since August 22nd. And in case you forgot, it's January.
Is someone on their way here yet? I'm way too tweaked to be here alone
I had a dream I hooked up with Post Malone. I can still smell the dream
I'm classy like audry Hepburn. Chugging wine out of the bottle on the way to the club. Shed do that. I know she would.
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