It's been over a month and I still can't find the bra I wore out on new years eve.
this study room smells like vodka
the study room thinks the same about you
she's telling me all about the love triangles of her sims. you tell me how it's going.
Dear vodka that I hid in a water bottle in the backseat of Blairs car, I'm sorry that she gave you away to a man on side of the road with an over heated engine. I'm sure the car doesn't appreciate you as much as I would have.
I want to break up with him.....but he has a george forman grill...like I need that
I just put my hair into this ponytail & it looks hideous & really cool at the same time. I am dedicating it to the hangover I have
like seriously. this whole place is the shit. like i can move clouds. no other way to explain it but i can fucking move clouds.
Pants off. Spirits lifted.
Drunkenly, I gave him a molly instead of an aleve so A) I'm still looking for him and B) I'm not sure about his headache.
Saying someone's good at giving head is like saying someone is good at pouring juice like there is that one girl who will spill it everywhere but for the most part it's not that hard to be good at
I walked into a room this morning and someone asked how my back was because I apparently threw myself off the porch after attempting to set myself on fire. Who the fuck let drunk me play with fire?!
Better question: who the fuck planted a tree next to the porch?!
I just twinged a muscle in my shoulder trying to hug myself. In the world of loneliness-based injuries, this is a new low for me.
They asked me my level of pain at the hospital and I told them I called my ex 6 times
If you could come do me into like a 12 hour coma that'd be great
I learned the hard way a garbage bag will not save you when jumping from a tree at 2am
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