That's intense
O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
I'm relatively certain my chiropractor just judged me for admitting that my back is misaligned from the sex we had last night...
It' a whole new level of walk of shame. I'm carrying his sheets since I have a washer/dryer.
I'm cleaning my bathroom. That being said I found a klonopin and dropped it and stepped on it. Floor is clean im gonna snort it.
Looking for the remote in the couch. Finding Adderall beads. Considering utilizing.
Dude the animal human society told us we could get a dog when we came back sober. I cant wait.
He's either jacking off or listening to Kanye West.
She kept looking at me and saying "you are the scary high".
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
I feel like he better crank it up to level RG IV tomorrow. It's the fucking playoffs.
I gather from Facebook you got drunk last night and took semi naked pictures of yourself?
Honestly, this is a first for me. I've always prided myself on my ability to pretend to get along with others.
Starting this Monday as I always do
With a desperate plea for help
He left stubble rash on my thighs and cooked me bacon before 9am. I need to lock this down STAT
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