I keep trying to leave, but for some reason I'm staying
so she proceeds to puke everywhere, look up at me like a sick dog, and then say, "i'll finish if you want me to."
i can't put facebook on my resume under hobbies.
Learned a lot. Like boys with frosted tips still exist. And that they're sensitive to constructive criticism.
In a cab. Towels everywhere. Confused.
He wanted to drink hypnotic from my butt crack. I need to move out this state.
you know it's been too long when the heat of a pizza box on your lap turns you on.
She called and said her prescription was refilled. I guess we are dating again.
Not sure when or why this happened but I just stopped giving a shit about everything
His parents came home, and now I'm hiding in a closet; awaiting death at dawn.
You are always hiding in a closet though??
Twas still the Saturday before Christmas \nAnd it’s still fucking snowing\nAnd Steve wished he slowed down \nOn all the fucking drinking
You were laying on the floor coloring a "get well soon' card for your liver...
I'd like to thank Vicodin for getting me through family thanksgiving once again.
totally just bought a bottle of gin with nothing but change
don't ever let anyone tell you that youre not 100% class
It was a crazy night: tears were shed, blood was spewed, and bottles were emptied.
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