Pick my eyebrow is burning. I'm sitting in the back of dolows vat and listening to jolly music and wilfgang is signing and looking food. Cute kid. Home is where I go now.
what. the. fuck.
He was in me and said I can't believe this happened because of facebook. MOOD KILLER.
Have introduced beer-pong to my work's Tuesday lunches.
we found you in the closet, clutching coats that werent yours for stability
Left my card at the bar and had a drunk girl climb on the hood of my running car to scream at me.
You were walking around in your swim suit, an open robe, snow boots and a death grip on that handel of captain morgan.
So I met my girlfriends dad last night. Or should I say I re-met that mall cop that had to tackle me.
I feel like I've been hit by a truck, flew up and landed on a fence post that went straight through my vagina. No more vodka and sex for a while.
Guy hitting on me at bar is guy who's Craigslist ad we laughed at the other night. Not even kidding.
So heartbroken my rebound has a rebound
I smelled him yesterday and almost relapsed he's like cocaine
I decided to do drugs in front of her because if anyone can handle the truth it's a ghost
Alcohol won't break your heart. I mean, unless it's all gone maybe
I'm eating cookie dough with a tongue depressor for lunch.
I came home and drank a bottle of wine in the bathtub. I have AMAZING coping skills!!
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