so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
My brain says no but my pants say off.
oh yeah I'm gonna practice throwing up so I can be ready for Friday night. and Saturday. Beth is back, diaper and all.
I'm sweating while I eat mac and cheese. That fat.
That was the most comfortable bag of doritos I have ever slept on!
I just got kidnapped by the rugby team for a scavenger hunt. I'm "the girl you had sex with last night"
They both invited me to family dinner Sunday. Secretly dating two sisters just got real.
the whole "pretend to be sober/pull it together for my family" thing really blew up in my face when i threw up into my pillowcase.
He said I act like a cross between a kindergartener and a high 70 year old man. Which is inacurate because it fails to account for the disco obsession.
I think Saturday night will always be a mystery to me, except for buying an excessive amount of birthday shots for everyone and yelling BIRTHDAY SHOTS before every shot.
My liver is fucking rocky. Get knocked down 7 times and gets up 8. World champ
I wonder if there is a über wall of shame that you are currently on. Like between drivers.
My vagina doesn't have a refer a friend program. You don't get $25 for getting your friend to have sex with me.
Did you send me a cake saying 'Happy 1st One-Night Stand Ever'?
I feel like I should have held a press conference. The state of my vagina
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