But it's not about our feelings, it's about making the men we sleep with feel awful about their lives
I'm missing some hair, but it's cool. Breadsticks are done.
I don't think there was a moment this weekend where grey goose did not course through my veins
FULL ON LADY WOOD. YOU CAN SEE THE VEIN
As a matter of fact, I am on the treadmill with the Bottle of UV Blue as we speak.....
You just stood up, raised your glass and said, "I'd like to thank the academy" then fell through a glass table. THAT'S why we cut you off.
He's worked out some sort of arangment where all three of them are dating each other and they've all moved into an apt. with two king beds pushed together
A true beacon of hope in these dark times
On a toatally unrelated note, I see music in my hair
My birthday is in 11 days. Going ham. Consciousness will not be an option
From what I can tell at a cursory glance, it seems that last night I fell asleep on string cheese and it melted into my bra.
I swear to all that is holy, next time you get my mom high with your "special bake sale" I am going to put your dick in the blender.
If you are breathing, I want you at your house. No non-breathing-related excuses.
I'm so high right now that I'm wearing gloves.
You kept flirting with some guy while I was throwing up on the sidewalk, and I screamed YOU DON'T LIKE MEN
My life is in shambles. Just made a grilled cheese in the microwave on a hot dog bun
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