Tell Heather sorry for burning her hair. Also for anything else that I may have done that warrants and apology. Anything after about 10pm is kind of hazy.
I just caught Brandon licking the fake chocolate on a smores ornament
Made a joint out of my Yale rejection letter. Life is grand.
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
also since I use google voice my ads in gmail switched to DUI services after this conversation
At least he's enough of a gentleman to not make me do the walk of shame dressed as Santa.
I have a new favorite bar game. It's called, get dressed up and go drinking alone then make up random stories of why you are alone to look less like an alc
I blew him while watching the aristocats. There were singing cats in the background. I think he he hummed along at one point.
I guess I just stopped wanting to rip his balls out and started being okay with him being alive. that's a typical feeling for exes right?
Me and two guys that I made Eskimo bros all soberly slept together in my bed
It was kicking off big time until you crawled out the bar on your hands and knees. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
Omg this is like trying to sleep on a pile of ballsacks.
The paramedics were not my fault this time.
I encourage you to ignore feeling. Drinking more helps
PS if you want to hear something hilarious as my little sister was showing me her engagement ring I open a Snapchat from R and it's literally a dick pic. Very different points in our life
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