i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
woke up naked, spooning with wine bottle.. and my video chat was still open. fuck, not again.
You totally narrated your dogs thoughts for 2 and a half hours last night, and I was enthralled. I didn't say one word, I just listened.
once the tequila comes in everyone elses feelings go out the window.
I just really need to get the matching flask to go with my pill box. Is this another step towards rock bottom?
He's a forty-something balding gay man with no boundaries or sense of social norms. Of course we should befriend him.
"Friendship bread", "how to get period stains out of cement", and "elephant bereavement" are all in my recent google history. Whatever shit that was last night really did me in...
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
I just slapped myself in the face with my dildo and I know that's a weird thing to share but I just had to tell to someone omg I'm laughing so hard
He said he "doesnt care at all, really" if I shave my legs or not. Challenge accepted.
I smoked a joint in the bathtub at 8 am then went back to bed
If my life today were a movie the subtitle would be: Revenge of the Beer Shits
the cops drove by and you were on your back in the middle of the side walk with your arms and legs in the air yelling that you were a dead bug .
He has me blocked on facebook.... so I stalked him using my cats fan page.
drunkkkkk be here I heart you
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