I just told my doc I would like to talk about my drinking problem, but that it would probably get in the way of my weekend plans.
We just saw a waitress walk by with a tray of bacardi and whipped cream.
Whoever ordered that deserves a pat on the back and the "classiest customer" award
Just saved her as "new hostess that randy banged" ...I forgot her name
I woke up with a solved rubics cube in my purse
it's not like i was drunk to the point of NEEDING help...i just wanted someone to offer to hold my hair or something.
okay the fridge is completely filled only with alcohol. Not even exaggerating. There is no food.
Sometimes I wonder if we're going to make it to 40.
The bad news is I fucked my exes girlfriend. The good news is I100% understand why he left me
If he survived pride he can survive a gay bar
In other news, I just burned my penis
Remember that whole "don't let me drink" thing? We should really start sticking to that.
No joke. There's a picture of the priest I made out with on my parents' refrigerator.
Dammit. the window insulation sheets are too small for my windows. Yet again I am disappointed by size
Just remembered someone sprayed perfume in my mouth last night after convincing me it was vodka and that i tried to herd ducks around campus and bring one home.
I may have dislocated my hip getting fucked on the bathroom counter
It was beautiful and filled the audience with hope for the future. :3 I wish I could speak more but sleep werk nighty
I asked how you were doing?
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