“what is goin on?? I thought we are friends now?!!! And your ignoring me?!!! I don’t get you, your e so hot and cold.”
All morals and standards were being slain by the alcohol demon. Then she appeared, a pale-skinned woman, with dark hair, and humongous breasts.
My dad drank a fair bit when I was younger. As far as I know he was never an alcoholic, but he certainly didn’t set a good example either.
I tested the residue of one of the capsules we had leftover. When I got those results, a knot settled into the pit of my stomach. “What have I done?” I asked myself.
As I begin to move the body of the homeless man, I snap awake.
Tinder is taxing. If you live in Brooklyn you’ll have to pass by around 400 chevron and 200 horseshoe mustaches before stumbling on a cutie…
For some reason, alcohol convinces you that it’s a good idea to talk to people that you don’t normally talk to.
At last count, two people are dead and nearly two dozen are injured as the result of some jerkoff drunk driver crashing through barricades and plowing through a crowd at the SXSW festival in Austin.
There was too much that I ignored when it came to you. I ignored my best friend when she told me you grabbed and caressed her ankles from under the table while you sat across from us.
It’s Saturday morning and I wake up in my boyfriend’s bed, but he’s nowhere to be found.