i felt like cinderella. except at midnight i turned back into a whore.
I like the name aiden. he likes stella. I told him they're coming out of my vagina, and I will name them what I damn well please. Stella goes.
the roller ball on my blackberry is the closest i've come to touching a clit in 2 years.
gin and tonic in a mug. no limes so im using canned madarin oragnes. classy or trashy?
homeless.
There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
you drank 3/4s of your half gallon of vodka, made a fort out of the kitchen table, and actaually had sex in in it.
She's legit crying about wanting more sex. Holy shit.
Woke up with my face in a bowl of cereal. This is tequila's way of saying fuck you.
the last thing i remember is yelling at the cab driver that i'm really good at drive by vomitting.
There seems no grander way to celebrate 420 than to smoke atop a mountain peak.
I tipped him really well because I feel he knew we were high, but did it in a non judgemental way.
So i woke up this morning to find my boss passed out on my living room floor.. Awkward? Haha
I woke up uncovered, spread eagled to my dad saying "you really need to stop sleeping naked."
You know that text I sent you last night at 2? That was 5 minutes before I ran face first into a wall of not okay
YOU FUCKED THE DARE INSTRUCTOR DIDN'T YOU?
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