Thank God for loud music. There is a circus in my butt right now.
i just wish he would text me so i could ignore his text and show him how little i care anymore
it hurts more in the daytime
at least franzia made me throw up pretty colors.
It's not weird mascara. I just have puke crusted on my eyelashes.
about to get into a hot tub with three cops. this cant go well
please come home... she's showing me videos of spanish parrots and is telling me about her dead cousin...
But once you explained how to fill cupcakes with semen I realize you were harmless and right on my level.
I mean I'm so obviously classy currently laying in bed watching a movie while finishing my drink from last night
I need to see you idiots before I go back to school. But we shouldn't snort Crown Royal this time.
We set around a table in a hotel room and he spoon fed Molly to everyone there... I felt sketch for sec but then... Oh well.
All I remember about last st pattys day was I was in a bathtub with full bubbles, fully clothed, drinking out of a flamingo lawn ornament that someone cut a hole in.
oh, i solved that problem. i told him i wanted to steal my roommate's nephew. radio silence. haven't heard from him since.
I have wine with a bendy straw bitches I can do fucking anything
I dont think the chain smoking, tequila shots or cocaine was good for my bronchitis.
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