i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
When he came he kept saying "oh god oh god" and he sounded just like his dad. awkward...
Just got Netflix. Dexter Marathon. Still in my PJ's. Only eaten cookie dough and drinking a 40. I have never reeked so strongly of lonely .
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
In one night, this kid threw a firecracker under a fucking cop car, crashed three seperate parties, and passed out in a tree in our backyard. Do you even know who he is?
I lost it last night. That was humiliating. Cincinnati is now covered in my puke.
I love that your nipples always taste like clean laundry.
Trust me. Drunk Scrabble is not a good idea. Arguments over the legitimacy of the word "Pickle" break out, things are said, friendships are ruined. It's ugly.
i just deleted him from my phone. and yes... I did just text you this from less than 20 feet away.
I'm not judging.. I sure as hell am not getting out of my bed to come talk to you about this. but i support your decision
Dude just the look on his face when she sat down next to him, threw one leg over his, and just said "so..." was fucking amazing
10/10 would definitely still fuck you dressed as squirrel
You can be responsible and still be on that ho life
He asked if I was alright. I said "Yeah, I'm just an incapacitated ball of orgasmic bliss right now."
she broke a 50 dollar bottle of alcohol. then passed out in front of her car and got sprayed by a skunk
we promised ourselves we wouldn't get too drunk, and what happens? I wake up the next morning with half a mcdouble in one pocket and some barbie clothes in the other.
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