Apparently I called 911 everytime Sean Kingston told me to
Whenever I miss you I just turn on Tool Academy
So then I sent a pic msg of the Magnum XL box to her friend
yeah that always happens. i'm like the where's waldo of parties. i never even know where the fuck i'm at.
Woke up this morning in a randoms bed clutching an airplane ticket. God I hope I'm still in the country
Everything tastes like hotdogs and shame.
It's that "make a Pringle and Twinkie sandwich" kind of depression.
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
Im going to make a sandwich and see if my books came from amazon. I cant believe two years ago i was dating eight guys and teaching russian exchange students how to do shots.
The only responsible thing ive done in vegas is shower and that was onky to clean vomit off me
Hypothetical question. Say I was bleeding profusely, close to your house, and needed a place to go to clean up and perform minor surgery on myself. Like now.
My mom opened up my bank statement today....my first alcohol intervention class is at 7:30am tomorrow.
I'll have party bus drop you off in the morning.
Pagan metal show. There is a folk dance happening in the mosh pit. Also, I have no idea where we are.
I feel like if he almost got me pregnant once, i can at least say hi in a bar
Cheyanne in woods. Ducks attacked. My toe is bleeding. We are gpsing our way home on foot. No worries
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