god damn woman. you are like the herpes of drunk texting. you never go away.
stalking is really helping my grade.. I followed him to a review session tonight
i rewarded my self with tacobell for not throwing up on any one. MISTAKE
i checked my sent messages this morning and i had apparently tried to text the bar, saying "idk what i drank, do you?"
I watched her choke out a bouncer with the broken strap from her purse, I think shes the one.
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
I took 36 pictures of my lava lamp. your weed wins.
We've only been here for 15 hours and our names are already on 2 separate police reports. We've also been given our "final warning" by the cops and hotel management.
Trying to coordinate a drug deal while taking a psych test is not easy.
There a special place in hell for drunk criers. A special FUCKING PLACE
ok now I feel liek a very drunk human instead of a chaos being thanks water
I washed my sheets. I did out of respect for my previous and current sexual partners.
This hangover is what we deserve after that level of debauchery.
Once again, marijuana saves me from going to jail
Well. Another one of my exes came out of the closet.
Randomize
