dude, wtf is with her now? she has stuff up about how i am kicking her while she's down
wtf? who are you bitching about me to now?
I feel like a bad episode of csi trying to figure everyone's DNA that's in me
he just found out the funeral is this morning so i'm wearing last night's clothes and look like a total slut.
I just heard someone say "gosh-darnit" and they didn't have a southern twang. I worry for New York.
A picture just appeared on facebook. I am puking in the toilet, you are next to me puking in the sink. I think we have our christmas card.
Dude I'm about to just roll over and piss off the side of my bed, rather than make the conscious effort to get up and walk to the bathroom. One of those hangovers.
Imagine cans of beer raining. Like not hitting you and hurting you. Just gently falling into your hand whenever you're sad
I actually want to work out for some reason... I think it's my brains way of telling me it doesn't like living in a fat body.
My mom just asked me if I can obtain a fake ID by thursday
On the plus side I'm getting really good at painting the inside of a toilet with my bowels.
It has moved into the cliche "thin line between love and hate" real quick. With her. Not Taco Bell.
If you can't seal the deal with her, I will. And you know I'll be successful. So there's your incentive
So like if I threw up in my purse is that "don't ever show your face in public again" worthy or just slightly frowned upon
all I remember the next morning was crawling through the doggy door and finding my underwear in my purse
I'm too drunk to make ramen. What the fuck is this.
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