Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
Just got a orange juice for my grandma, put gin in it without thinking. She's having a good morning.
You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone
Today in psych we learned that you are a whore.
Me specifically?
Yep.
i was that girl throwing up in the urinal. it was a dark moment in my life.
She just drank the vanilla extract. Again. AGAIN. No one should be that eager to get drunk.
I'm finding that as the end of the quarter approaches, the list of things I refuse to do sober keeps getting longer.
..But I'm still alive. And thats the main thing
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
Hardest I think I've ever had to work for a shack. Whatevs. Still gonna get my way though. I'll start respecting myself on Monday
Moral of the story is go have sex with a foreigner and report back to me.
She invited me to Bikini Yoga with her friends. Sounds promising.
all I've ever wanted was a guy with twelve cats who will tie me up in bed
i just want to die with dignity and clean teeth, is that too much to ask?
He wore a t-shirt that had an arrow pointing to his crotch and "DO IT FOR THE VINE" on it.
At least he's honest about how long he'll last.
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