sitting in room practicing taking shots. has my life come to this?
Found my new morning breakfast spot. Hospital cafeteria. Nobody asks questions, they just assume shit went downnn
Best friends brother. Beat that.
what am i going to do when LOST is over? What am i going to get high to?
you humped every kiosk in the store. then you asked for an application.
she wouldn't stop crying, so we sang her to sleep. i'm guessing you will find her in the same position by the toilet in the morning. night.
I've taken to hiding pictures of us around his room so that he'll forever feel guilty for dumping me on Valentine's Day... And to potentially cock block any hook ups.
"too many" and "free shots" never belong in the same sentence
It's ok for me to have his baby but I can't be his friend on fb. Wth is wrong with this
I am too hungover to address any of this right now, every time i move it feels like i'm being bitch slapped by the hand of God
Listen to me plotting my whoredom.
She's like an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, tossed in miller light, inside a question. Nobody can explain a Heather.
Last night apparently I said "I need a break" and then I just passed the fuck out for 3 hours
You can be responsible and still be on that ho life
You know you're getting old when you pick up hot sorority girls at the bar, and they write down their phone number, and under it 'we're great babysitters!'
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