Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count.

manders, 25, tucson

lover of all things:
ugly
kitschy
tasty
dirty
gritty
pretty

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posts tagged "drunk blog"

JUST BOUGHT MY GRIMES TICKETS!!!

yessssss.

From a series I like to call “disclaimer text to the roomie on a sunday-funday afternoon”

"Hey, if you are gonna be home soonish could you let me know? Because I am pretty stoned, kinda drunk and will be semi to fully naked. K, thanks, love you, bye."

~MANDERS

oh lord I am drunk again and listening to Tig Notaro talk about Taylor Dayne AGAIN.

I have to work at 9, but shit if I care. I am only young once.

Also, I have the biggest crush on Tig Notaro.

PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS

One of those mornings where it is best not to look at my text history from last night…

someone take my phone away from me please.

when did last night decide to become a shit show?

I am dead.

DEAD.

and after 5 years of working hungover at the cafe, I finally puked.

oh and I begged my coworker to close for me and now I seriously owe him so many baked goods.

ughhhh, bad life decisions.

EXPERIMENT: drunk grocery shopping

RESULTS:

  • 1 artichoke
  • 1 tub of cream cheese
  • 2 lbs of cherries
  • 1 carton of half & half
  • 1 head of red leaf cabbage
  • 1 bag of hot cheetos
  • 1 box of glazed donut holes

ANALYSIS:

  • success!!!

"let’s alternating get wasted and say stupid things to each other!"

forever ongoing pattern…

someone please take my phone away from me and delete all the contacts of anyone who has a schlong.

still rockin’ these tights.
still healin’ up.
still a badass.

still rockin’ these tights.

still healin’ up.

still a badass.

pickle backs = greatest thing EVER

Whiskey will never be the same!!!

MONDAY FUNDAY!!!

DRUNK AND SENTIMENTAL

DRUNK AND SENTIMENTAL

Creepers be creepin’

and they be creepin’ HARD.

that accent doesn’t fool me brah!

It is so freaking cold.

I might break my previous record and wear 3 pairs of tights tonight… 

Should make for an interesting time when I inevitably have to pee in a dark alley at some point tonight.

please keep me in your prayers…

I am by myself.

3 bottles of wine down. Watching Billy Eichner videos. And having the time of my life. Who needs friends???

what my wet dreams are made of…
(sorry i’m drunk)

what my wet dreams are made of…

(sorry i’m drunk)

(via lydialuncheon-deactivated201212)

When you wake up in a fetal position at the end of your bed, still wearing your shoes, with all the lights on, del taco wrappers and shredded cheese in your sheets and an episode of 30 rock paused on your laptop…

you can only laugh…

right?

RIGHT?