...so i touched it.
All I remember is yelling at him to admit he liked Bon Jovi, then accusing him of giving love a bad name.
yeah so i didn't even realize i was on meth until the next morning
He finally admitted that he was drunk when I asked him how he got the rug burn on his chin and he replied "the worm contest"
Bars not open yet, I feel like a desperate alcoholic wandering around outside.
Just assessed the damage in the bath. Two love bites. One bruise on the inner thigh. Strange awareness of what i'm assuming is my cervix. I've definitely missed you. x
You tried to get the stranger on the sea bus to give you a bite of his chicken sub by repeating over and over "im in a girl band"
The doctor told me if I woke up with a broken foot and don't know how it happened, I might want to look into getting treatment.
Beautiful fucking linguistics Shakespeare, but youre still not doing that to my face
Well, I made it all the way to the gas station. And from there, I begged a cab driver who was parked outside, to give me a piggy back ride the final 2 blocks to my apartment. I wasn't in the cab. Didn't have to pay. Drunk me is smart, and very lazy.
I'm dressed in all sequins still at 9:30 in the morning and the worst part is that I actually still fit in in Vegas
I wrote myself a letter, like I think drunk me wants to be pen pals or something
He woke up wondering who broke in and rearranged all the furniture. He reviewed 11 hours of security footage before I told him he did it while whiskey-drunk.
She did NOT find it funny to come upstairs to find me with the word "MISERY" written on my forehead in magic marker and the label to the vodka bottle replaced with a scrap of paper taped around that says "COMPANY"
Do NOT. I repeat. DO NOT call me little one after we have fucked. In no world is that ok. Even jesus agrees.
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