So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
i dont think there is any level of not caring that i havent covered in the last month
If he eats mayonnaise, he's not getting laid. End of story.
I just got wrote up for "repeatedly smelling like alcohol"
That was long passed due.
I'm proud of us, I'm cleaning up the place and I haven't found a single beer can that isn't empty.
I'm not giving my ex her earrings back. If some chick i hated gave me brownies i would still eat them. It's the same thing.
you seemed to enjoy falling down hill
wow, never heard the last few months of my life put so succint
AND BY FEELINGS I MEAN VODKA
I love shooting for the middle. Those girls never wake up well.
life lesson #151: dont let people go batshit crazy and stab you in the knee
i will live by this rule
I'm home alone drinking wine, so high, scrubbing my house down... This is what my thirsty thursday has become
I renamed some of my contacts in my phone before passing out and I have one I cant figure out, its "fucking house elf scum"
My grandma just invited me to gate crash a funeral for the free food. Priorities.
we were running around the halls trying to bloodhound search out the source of the weed smell, but we ran into six other people doing the same thing, and they all said they assumed it was us.
So I got cockblocked by our relationship status last night
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