4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
If i come over, it means nothing
At some point I made a semi-conscious decision that i was okay with sleeping in my own vomit.
Let me rephrase. Would it display my intentions too much if i walked all the way across my office and into the bathroom carrying my book
I have shoes on. No pants. And my jacket pockets are full of ketchup and grass. Yes. Good night.
we talked for like an hour, i feel like we really bonded. i mean i was simultaneously giving him head but you get the point.
we got hammered off table wine and i ended up biting my acrylic nail off so i could finger his butt.. ill never look at valentines day the same
We didn't have beer, so we played mini-beer pong with shots and frozen peas.
I just explained it as we hate everyone in the world more then we hate each other. Thus making us friends. Plus we drink...a lot
I think drinking is the foundation of our friendship
Please tell me you've ingested more than weed and Oreos today
Hey Kellie. Me putting. My face intebetaeen ut your boobs made my night
I don't know, but I assume drunk me had her reasons. I trust her judgement.
Yeah. That's the shitty part. God, I don't want to be a step mom. Sure I'm great with kids, but I just want unlimited sex and not have to worry about making friends with a fucking 7 year old.
I'm just gonna put on a documentary and throw up
you bleached my bangs. i have an interview later today and you assholes bleached my bangs.
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