The only thing I have to prove last night happened is a fireman's hat full of puke.
He gave me a pearl necklace on top of my Karma necklace I was wearing. I guess I deserve whats coming to me.
I can trace it back to that drunken night where we peed on each other in the shower.
Had sex on a washing machine in a pool of beer. Can you say success.
If you don't come out tonight, who's going to wake us up in the morning because they're fucking in the middle of the room where everyones sleeping?
I think the multiple Sunday morning sirens outside my window are a plot by the cops to get back at me for the shit we pulled last night. Or I should move to a better area.
Do you have any booze?
Well I have 60 feet of bubble wrap and a bottle of wine...but I'm saving that for a special girl...
I just puked my brains out on the side of the road (see picture) And I took a picture for our scrapbook! I am always thinking! =) tell me your proud?!
I SMOKED SO MUCH I SKIPPED A DAY.
I just tried to get a motorcycle cop to give me a ride....he told me not to ask strangers for rides
you are the root of all my greats nights and my worsts decisions
Lets get drunk. But not too drunk that I can't work in the morning. But maybe drunk enough so we'll make out
Sitting beside a stoned cat on the kitchen floor eating cheesecake with my hands...just a struggle
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
we have beer and we're watching the birds have sex in our yard.
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