so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
so i have my big date this weekend, and i was practicing giving head with a bottle in the shower. i stopped and looked at the botton of the bottle. it was PURE MOLD! if i die, dont tell the doctors how this happened....
I had another sleeping on concrete incident.
I would have been "that girl" at the party last night if it wasn't for that girl who puked in the potted plant...
Replacing day drinking with a real job was the worst decision I've ever made.
Let's make a pact to never get in a cab at 3am together unless it's to go home or for pizza.
you just knocked on the window of the ambulance and waved at me as we drove away
When I start carrying a bottle in my hand, jumping from boat to boat with a grenade horn. YOU should know this isn't going to turn out well.
Everyone already knows you're a drunk, they understand.
bleeding from the face, sitting in a shopping cart and holding a wad of ripped caution tape. what else would i be doing?
honestly, i'm just crying in the kitchen naked and eating salsa
I took a few sips of my hugeee bottle of liquid Vicodin and smoked my one hitter and now I'm going thru my attic like Indiana Jones
The less money I spend on drugs, the happier my mom will be.
I remember saying to him "Fun fact! If you lie this way it's easier to deep throat!" I even judge me.
I gave him a handjob in the uber car. Life is really spiraling downwards.
He gave me a box of cheez-its after sex, does that make me a hooker?
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