I woke up this morning in a strange bed with a kid with an accent playing with my feet.
and before you know it i was laying next to him at 2 in the morning with penis and sadness on my breath.
We woke up, fucked, and shared a piece of my sister's first communion cake for breakfast.
And you thought you were going to hell last weekend.
Made a visit to my old puking stall. I missed it.
Sometimes I wonder if my parents know that I mean horny when I say lonely.
That's the only definition of lonely that I know.
How many vodka infused gummi bears count as 1 drink?
I'm in a bed full of sand, and also just took my contacts out. Whatever happened yesterday was great, I think.
Just took last nights make up off with a sock. That hungover.
I been sleeping but occasionally wake up feeling like tiny elves are in my throat ripping my esophagus to shreds with their bare hands.
Somehow, you made that sound extremely magical and not at all painful.
So a guy died and our dates revived him with CPR. Good night?
I'm usually good at keeping a straight face, but not while singing a ballad to a stranger in a bathroom.
Considering all of my stomach contents ended up in my center console, I'm a bit peckish.
I still hate everything and everyone around me. Krampus taught me nothing.
Passed out in someones front yard last night. Got woke u?p by a lady walking her dog at 6am. Rock bottom.
Sorry I can't pick up... thought process is fine but too stoned to form words.
Randomize
