I can't get away from Pickles they're either stuck in me, in my mouth, or I'm stuck in one. fuck my whole entire life.
failed my one goal of the day: wake up before 2 pm.
Blonde 1 is sitting on the floor crying and blonde 2 is asleep with her face in the toilet. This isn't what I had in mind when they asked me back
he fucked my hip out of place.
It's 4PM and I'm finally awake.. I'm covered in dog fur and shame. I'd say it counts as a good night.
You guys crashed sarahs vespa into a snowbank and its still there. not cool.
I HAVE stop dating guys for their prescriptions, you have no idea how awkward family dinner was. Thank god for his xanax.
How was your 8:30 class today?
Non existent. I just threw up in my water bottle on the bus.
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
i think ive reached a prime reproductive point in my life or somethin- i see gingers and all i want to do is have their babies. like my body knows that i have a to carry on a legacy
I just want to dump glitter on my floor and roll in it like a cat in catnip.
I'm still getting random messages from guys about my Halloween outfit. Electrical tape is coming back next year
I might run out into oncoming traffic. Id rather break my legs and/or die then continue with today.
I would have rather been getting my vagina slowly waxed all day then be here.
I know, dude. If he ends up having a tiny dick, I will literally pack it back into his pants and leave. Not worth the aggravation.
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