i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
She has never blacked out. I have tried to get her to so many times. Apparently it's a lot harder than we make it out to be.
I've really got to stop smuggling half full bottles of beer out of bars in my purse.
Missing a small section of hand. Hope your night is going better
update: last drink of the night and im naked in my porch hammock. life is good.
I keep reminding myself that my vagina isn't a homeless shelter.
Me+graduation party+hammered drunk+polish horseshoes in the dark= black eye, crying, pissed, passed out in my dress... How was your weekend?
She just threw the soap bottle at me from the ladie's room and keeps asking me when we left the bar and got on the boat.
First Thanksgiving as a grown up: My step dad had to take my brother (who still smells like booze) and I both to our cars this morning, apparently we were at the same bars (same stamps), & I think I broke my elbow. Im thankful to be alive & not incarcerated.
i should probably stop thinking with my vagina, and start using that $70, 000 education i can't afford. what the fuck.
I awoke this morning alone and naked in my bed I forecast my date later not going so well because I have three giant hickies on my neck there is a note next to my bed that looks a 3rd grader wrote it on my college acceptance letter
So he's compensating for a really small penis. Either that or he's a drug lord.
I added a U.S. Senator on snapchat....casual.
2016 shall be rememered as the year I sharted while putting up the Christmas tree.
There's just something classy about smoking a blunt in a prom dress.
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