my moms boyfriend got me makers mark for christmas.
jersey shore is on tv.
this shit just got real.
gpoy no camera + christmas edition
im drinking orange crush + vanilla vodka (not normally my drink of choice, but its what my mom had available). mmm creamsicle booze.
its 8 pm eastern time. you know what that means? the beginning of the 24 hours of a christmas story on tbs. yesssssssssssss.
WHY HASN’T TELEPORTATION BEEN INVENTED YET?
is it february yet?
“i bet if you give a woman chocolate you will get a blowjob”
-that dumb matchmaker chick on bravo
zzzzzzzzzz
indiana
zzzzzzzzz
booze
mmmmmm
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i miss my boyfriend
What's up with the mall?
It is Christmas Eve and I somehow ended up at the mall. Perhaps I have not been to a mall in awhile, but I felt overwhelmed by all the smells. Between the suffocating cologne stench from Abercrombie, the sweet sugar scents of Auntie Anne’s, the waves of potpourri from Candle Man, and the fruity haze from Body Works left me feeling light headed.I guess living in the city has really changed my scent pallet. Instead of things meant to smell good I am used to the raw sewage, rotting garbage, stale booze, and the polluted Chicago river.
you forgot hobo piss! merry christmas!
not gonna lie… my nephew is pretty damn cool. he is 8. he has a mohawk and a quick wit. hes turning out great despite not having a completely stable home. i wish i got to see him more often.
