September 18th, 2007

Does My Bomb Look Big In This?

Please kill me now?

Hangover of doom. Several hours talking to God on the porcelain telephone.

Ten cocktails, two glasses of champagne (Mumm), white wine gift pack, Jagermeister shots, sweet wine... oh please make me stop someone?

Crazy memories. Lost piercing. Found again. Why does my labret always fall out whenever I lick pussy?

House destroyed. How did my clothes end up there?

Kill me now.