you sent me 5 happy birthday texts last night. one after the other. spelled differently.
make sure you eat your skittles last so when you barf you can barf RAINBOWS.
I'm glad you enjoy my eating disorder so much.
I'm picking out a half way decent top so if I get arrested I'll have a respectable mug shot photo. Always be prepared.
I started to trust fall random people on the dance floor
Boxed wine mondays was one of our finer ideas
My vagina senses are tingling. I know your here.
Saturday at 4 is jello wrestling sponsored by the senior class council. That's why my school is awesome. Boom.
When he wears his hair down and sandals, he looks like Jesus. A Jesus I would fuck.
That's not what Jesus is for
One of those days. Also, your pants are now in my protective custody.
You sent me a picture of curly fries with no explanation attached. This is the first time you've texted me in 2 months.
he appreciated my fucking vagina for two hours he can appreciate my honesty
It's a mix of hot dirty sex and week old bong water
i'm sitting in bed scratching my boobs and wearing a sparkly fedora and have no one to blame but myself
I was not drunk. There was Star Wars, sex, and baby oil.
just had sex in a stairwell with six feet five inches worth of drama
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