Locked out of the apartment with just a box of wine way to begin the weekend.
I don't really want to write this paper. It's the last one of the semester - I need to savor the feeling of procrastination.
just leaving uw hospital. they thought i had franzia-induced appendicitis. whaaaaat
I won the karaoke contest at the bar last night, when they called my name i was doing blow off the toilet seat, i thought they caught me, i didnt even know there wasa contest
I'm sorry. I think I have multiple personalities. Or it was the acid. Either way. I'm sorry.
i remember you telling me to take a shower, brush my teeth, go get back in bed w her, and "just do what i was born to do." and as soon as i stopped yacking i did just that. you saved my birthday.
Just had to throw up on the floor of my car during traffic on the way to work. Car next to me saw both times. Found the downside to having a job right after graduation.
Any clothing i put on is too many clothes.
I wasn't half as drunk as u but u were saying u were a "worm" and u tried to slither out of my grasp
shotgunning beer in rite aid bathroom. hurry
I'm currently on an epic search all over the city for a drug store that isn't sold out of Plan B. I celebrated your birthday from afar.
That shit was hard as fuck. It felt like a mountain entering my vagina.
He had a tattoo of the Batman logo around his asshole. I noped right the hell out of there.
I have to have boobs, you have the charm and wholesomeness that gets boyfriends... And i have boobs
Granted, I did not plan to spend ANY hour of the last day of 2020 sober.
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