I called the bar to ask if they found my Id and credit card and they remembered me as 'the girl who signed her receipt in blood'
apparently i was just sitting there with my shirt down holding my boobs saying "its ok. its all gonna be ok"
you cried when she wouldn't let you have her bathroom rug.
He is in the front yard trying to catch birds out of the air with a fishing net.
I'm sorry. I think I have multiple personalities. Or it was the acid. Either way. I'm sorry.
So after this weekend I think I'm gonna go down on one knee and propose to my boyfriend that he give me his liver.
We found her. She's owling on the sink in the bathroom.
Not drinking has really freed up a lot of my time. I made a bracelet yesterday. I miss bars.
Half of my brain feels like I donated it to science and they basically just poured jack Daniels on it and put out cigarettes into it before returning it to my skull
How do we stop her downward spiral?
Wine. For us.
Is it okay to send him a "thanks for the sexual awakening" note?
Do you remember ripping my condom off last night while yelling "I DEMAND MY MEAT RAW" like a Viking?
I'm sure the lady doing my pedicure could smell the sex on me.
after the ketamine those signs on the bathroom door had little meaning to us
Just walked out of the train bathroom after having sex and got a round of applause from the passengers. Definitely the best part of the trip.
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