ok this is the part where i go up stairs and pass out incoherently untill 6 30 tommaorw morning and not rember any of this. love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Random fact of the day: cum is a really good eye makeup remover
i'm going to look back at this as the time of my life when i casually dated that autistic guy
Dwarf fight at five guys. Today was a good day.
the whole "pretend to be sober/pull it together for my family" thing really blew up in my face when i threw up into my pillowcase.
Two words. Shotgunning Cognac.
This has already gotten way out of hand
I hurt so much. Not in the emotional way, but in the I went to dive bars sorta way.
Drunkenly, I gave him a molly instead of an aleve so A) I'm still looking for him and B) I'm not sure about his headache.
in that moment our bushes were one. and in that moment we were pure.
I ate icecream cake off your tits for my birthday, if that's not love I don't know what is.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
I'm not getting off this floor. I love this floor
But I put cranberries and apples in my wine so it's festive drinking not suicidal drinking
Damn that brownie almost kicked my ass. I'm not sure if my flight home lasted 10 minutes or 10 days..
So I ended the trip with two cold sores, poison ivy on my leg and vagina, and no alcohol or weed. WORST. 4TH. OF. JULY. EVER.
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