This row in front of you is like duck, duck, goose - but eating disorder, eating disorder, failed eating disorder
Update. It gets worse. A) he's done viagra and B) he wears socks at all times.
She got her phone back last night. And the first thing I sent her was a picture of me pooping in a culvers bathroom
and when he finished he handed me a baby wipe so i could clean up. i'm ok with the fact that he has kids, but not sure how to react to this.
Tried to make out with a statue, turns out it was a person.
There's a stoned dwarf chilling in the basement here. Maybe there are redeemable qualities about this place.
I want to break his glasses with my pelvis.
When you get up and look at yourself in the mirror, don't be alarmed. The doctor assured us last night that it looked way worse than it actually was and there won't be a scar when the stitches come out
like seriously. this whole place is the shit. like i can move clouds. no other way to explain it but i can fucking move clouds.
You'd think the dry cleaners next door would be less judgmental for as much business as my theme parties bring them.
I'll make some time for you! I don't know how long you need to get off, but I should only need 2-7 minutes, pending what kind of socks I have on.
Literally sitting on my bed in the dark trying not to throw up
I just got a robo call from the Addiction Help Line. Not sure how to take that.
Why are your pants in the freezer?
Omg there's puke under my pillow. Clearly I puked and tried to hide it. From myself. \n
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