I accidentally burped into my bong.
First rule of pills: If you can't remember what it is, take half.
I woke up laying in alphagetti with the message "I'd go get checked asap" written out in the letters.
whatever a "slut portfolio" is, mine is apparently almost complete
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
captain&coke to the library. STAT. this is an emergency. this is not a drill. I repeat: THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
What a dumb baby whore.
My vagina bone hurts from grinding on that dude so hard.
Oh ya, I forgot to tell you, last night I woke up to the sound of you peeing on the floor next to the fridge, didn't remember until now. Have fun at Dayton!
Naked chocolate chip pancake making. I just spilled mix all over the place. My boobs are covered in flour. This is not going well.
Yeah, great now I will be tampon girl
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
This time tomorrow I will be drunk and in a voodoo shop
never let me tell the bartender to cut me off, i basically told on myself
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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