why is it always rum that beats me like a redheaded step-child?
another mid afternoon spent sipping apple juice and vegging out in front of the television only because i over induldged last night and moving quickly makes me wanna vom.
there was a casino. and mcdonalds. more mcdonalds than was truly necessary. because of this, i head to the gym after i have a sobfest over spilt milk with bff. there will be coffee involved. and more tears than i'd like to admit.
such a fucking idiot.
there was peeing in the park. the same park that i once broke my face in. the same park that... well...

fuck you bacardi.

b; old enough to know better; attached.
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why is it always rum that beats me like a redheaded step-child?
another mid afternoon spent sipping apple juice and vegging out in front of the television only because i over induldged last night and moving quickly makes me wanna vom.
there was a casino. and mcdonalds. more mcdonalds than was truly necessary. because of this, i head to the gym after i have a sobfest over spilt milk with bff. there will be coffee involved. and more tears than i'd like to admit.
such a fucking idiot.
there was peeing in the park. the same park that i once broke my face in. the same park that... well...

fuck you bacardi.