meet me or not, i'm out of control
Nothing quite says America like barbecue and beer at 9 in the morning.
no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
I know its hard to believe that I'm already drunk at 12 p.m. but I am, so dont call me asking to go to the gym.
He came in my nose, then said it would help clear my sinuses.
I'm pretty sure last night was the first time I've seen someone drink beer-soaked paper towels. Ever.
sorry can't make it tonight, greg's getting back from italy. he's had two weeks of carbs and no gym; now's my chance to get myself a piece of that newly-fat, low self-esteemed ass.
Just drank an entire bottle of champagne for lunch. It's gonna be that kind of semester.
When you are 21 it's acceptable to run out of the tavern and puke all over the bike rack... when you are 35 it's called alcoholism.
you went to ralph's and bought all of their pears and left them outside my house
I think he's only dating me for my ass...
Dipping my sugar cookies in a glass of fireball and creme soda. This is holiday spirit
Sunday morning breakfast with the boyfriends family. I just puked in the stall at Cracker Barrell. Classy.
My drunk is wearing off and im starting to feel like this dolphin tattoo was a bad idea.
whole 5th of capt = waking up in the shower after 2 hours and the whole house asking why i'm STILL in a towel. and me having nothing to say
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