I don't remember coming home but there is cereal EVERYWHERE
I think misery doesn't even think of me as company anymore. I'm an unofficial roommate.
i lose more brain cells when ever she opens her mouth then i would doing meth for 8 years of my life.
He texted me for drugs this time. Not sex. I dunno if I should be pleased it's not sex or disappointed that I come across as a druggie
we didnt even make it to the club...the two of us were sharing a plastc bag in the taxi puking into it.
Seriously this night has "go home now before you cry, puke or scream on someone" written all over it.
I think 2012 will be the year I purposely put myself in awkward situations. Much like 2011 but really trying this time. Like fucking the little sister of a girl I already fucked and dating a chick that lives with her ex. It could be awesome or horrible.
I have already decided that it happened in an alternate universe since both of the people involved don't remember it and we only have the word of a sober person that it happened at all
I bought him bourbon as a thank you for his apology. What is wrong with me?
Go big or go home. i snuck in two beers in my bra. im here to win.
He offered to take my unemployed self out for drinks, but I really just want him to buy me the Beyoncé album
It will be interesting
Isn't that your life's motto?
I just had a drunk lesbian experience.... How do I break it to my boyfriend??
I'm drunk eating a quesadilla while this kid is tryina come over and I'm just like no. I want the quesadilla.
You can't honestly expect me to maintain an erection when you have the Glen Beck show on
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