what is it about summer that misdirects my moral compass so much?
Just found a "how to get laid" book on the dresser and am now a victim of method number 16 corollary 7.
"Home for the holidays" isn't clearance to fuck the recently 18 year old high schooler right?
Nope, his last birthday was.
He said he wanted to go to France " just to piss in the nice areas". I want to fuck him.
All I know is that your reaction after this date with him was "I think I did cocaine" so I'm sold on this boy
Haha yeah this costume is worse than I imagined. I look more like a gothic hooker who caters specifically to creepy men with doll fetishes
Also, I pretty much need an IV of fluids straight to my soul
Up until today, I never would have thought I'd have to tell someone not to color on the cat
I was weirded out when the chunky goth girl and her boyfriend both started eyeing me and wanted to by me a drink.
My ninety day supply of adderal just came in the mail and I literally just dumped all 180 pills into my hands and laughed like a maniac. Shits about to get cray
Don't remember anything. Melissa just said I kept saying welcome to the bat cave
It's my birthday, if I want to stay home, get stoned and watch the gameshow network, that's what I'm going to do.
Anyone who can sit 4 hours in a doobie circle with their feet in a kiddie pool is ok by me
Drunk me wants sober me to be happy, woke up with half a dozen doughnuts in my bed this morning.
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
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