the girls on my floor started fighting over who got to keep the random hoodies that boys forgot in my room after sex
the sad thing is, im pretty sure she was serious about giving me head for my falafel
Hey do you have anything at your house 30 ft. tall to throw eggs off of?
I asked for a dramatic "funeral" look for my makeup. They judged me.
Just painted my nails at the bar... I may be getting too comfortable here.
Doing lines and watching a show on hot dogs around the world ... Why do I do this to myself
I'd rate him "doable" on a scale from "ew, run" to "you should've already fucked him".
That's about an "8" on normal scales.
Called my dealer in tears and we talked for an hour until I felt better. That's the way it should be.
She needs more friends. Or a second therapist.
In honor of today being Sunday I am day drinking and watching Grey's Anatomy all day. ALL DAY.
Itd be nice if there was a level of interest in me somewhere in between the indifference and obsession that I've only been attracting
It was only funny because some guy across the street was getting his mail and he just stopped and watched me throw up everywhere
So do you remember the bartender that caught me when I fell off the bar 4 weeks ago? He hasn't been to work since...Woops.
On another note I never thought having a drug addicted stalker would prove useful
I'm getting paid to get fucked up. How much better could this get?
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