Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
at least i was responsible enough to take off my shoe and throw up in it
I'm so covered in bruises. God dammit drunk me. We are a lady.
Lying on this bed is like lying on love and marshmallows and joy
No talking tonight. Just drinking and puking up memories
I felt that there wouldn't be enough planB and forgiveness to go around
Prop 8 repealed and I FINALLY got my period. Good day for America!!!
Yeeeaahhh, I'm in no rush to dismiss a level 6 booty-call that pays my bar tabs and understands my Harry Potter obsession.
You can fuck right off with that, "If the earthquake isnt bigger than 5.0, we native Californians dont get out of bed." I am from Chicago. I can handle freak flash floods, polar vortexes and tornados. But my bed violently shaking at 6:30 in the morning is cause for some understandable concern.
looked up people from my old yearbooks. 3 ex boyfriends are gay. im getting drunk now.
I just stood beside an Amish man and bought Cocoa Krispies and tampons.
Well let me fuck you while I make potatoes. It's every girls dream
Ohhhhhh, that night......I need to stop drinking, almost all of my conversations that take place Wed thru Sun after 8:30 are one blurry haze.
We are bad people. This is why we are friends. <3
you came home and ate 12 bananas. you really didnt think mom would know you were high?
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