it's already thursday and i haven't gotten drunk yet...something's not right.
its mom's weekend..did we need to couger proof the apt?
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
He bought me a pink rose and a Plan B. I really like this guy.
Somebodaw call 311 postw fire bunso on vietena floorwnkd
so I'm coping with getting the "I'm not over my ex" bomb dropped on me by getting drunk and yelling at people while wearing a purple princess hat
I have a video (on my shattered iphone) of a random DJ at some bar giving me a birthday shoutout and texts from random numbers talking about birthday sex. My birthday is in April... Happy birthday to me?
I kept petting the scarves and telling customers to "feel that shit"
Stop drinking at work.
Am I the only one that feels like there are hundreds of tiny people having a rave and stomping and kicking around inside my head this morning?
Please do us both a favor and come rip my clothes off.
Listen you let me know what you're doing after drinking rum punch all morning
My uterus feels like it went 8 rounds with Mike Tyson. And that was only a quickie.
It's amazing the amount I can accomplish with a glass of wine in my hand.
I wanna borrow his axe at this point and cut my head open just to relieve some pressure
I ripped my favorite bra in half last night while I was undressing in a drunken rage.
What was the rage all about?
He wouldn't stop to let me get McDonald's french fries.
Randomize
