On what I would do.
Hey! I got my wisdom teeth taken out today and apparently as I was leaving the doctors office, and while I was still all fucked up, I kept shouting at the staff “what would coke talk do you cunts - what would coke talk do!?” My mom’s not very happy at me right now.
Enjoy the Vicodin.
Oh jesus, this is going to be me, tomorrow morning at 8am. Dreading it. I’m also legit worried that I’m going to do my terrible Whitney Houston impression because I’ve been thinking about her all week. Come on, brain. Help me out, just this once.
(Source: dearcoquette)
