just went home with some hot chick. she has posters of the jonas brothers in her room. i basically ran out of the house.
at least after i hook up with someone i have the decency to ignore them
im pretty sure all they do is fuck. and talk in baby talk. its two babys fucking basically.
the point i decided it was time to leave was when i was on the floor of the bar, after taking her down with me, and a table.
New game: find the sober person in Tbell
Saturday dinner is funfetti cake and merlot. Singlehood has come to this.
We will. we just need a little inspiration.... in smoke form.
And I can say one thing, I look pretty good in high wasted pants. I don't know if that helps. But I do. God I'm high.
I was galloping around pretending to give birth to pbrs. I could have used a mask.
She hash-tagged my name. I think it's safe to say that she remembers our hookup.
I'm not entirely sure that the guy that just texted me is not on drugs right now. I'm also not entirely sure that he isn't about to be incarcerated.
Of the 4 nights I've gone downtown this week, I've been "piss in the parking lot" drunk 5 times
Nothing says "single girl" quite like Pinot Grigio and canned ravioli at 11:30 pm....
He made a group chat with him, his wife, & I. Is this really life!??
he asked me for a magic BJ...is that supposed to be different from a normal BJ?
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