we're blogging at a bar
Im in Brooklyn, he wasnt 23 or a musician pick me up
I just recycled a years worth of liquor bottles. I can feel my alcoholic carbon footprint shrinking
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
I was so proud to be driving sober that I wanted to get pulled over so I could tell the officer I hadn't been drinking.
Yeah. I realized I have a weakness for drugs and I need to move somewhere where I don't know how to find them.
I actually didn't mind her sub-par blowjob skills.. It took me back to a time when skipping class was noticed, and my liver didn't look like a worn out shoe
We can just keep having sex until one of us finds someone we actually like
I have a surprise for you
Is it drugs? I want drugs. Or a puppy!
Need to spend sober time with him while fully clothed. I can't decide if he's a seriously amazing man or a complete fucking dickbag.
This is me not judging you for what a fine line you draw between the two.
I still regret not being there for your blackout into the dumpster last year
I'm not letting you use my bathroom unsupervised anymore. You peed in the sink thinking it was a urinal...
And on the first day of my adult job, I matched with one of my co workers on tinder...
If we try hard enough and believe in ourselves, we can still make it to Wendy's before they close
You should of known that i was high if i refer to myself as melting into anything
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