This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?
I have on cowboy boots and a ten gallon hat. I'd say I'm a little past tipsy
she keeps a pillow, blanket, and a pack of saltines under the bathroom sink, for "rough nights".
Just waterfalled in the movie theatre... this is the beginning to a good night
i'm pretty sure the only people calling it "sexting" are ones who don't actually do it
cliffnotes. writing studyguide on last pack of smokes. glad this semester is over.
Our halfway to Halloween party needs to never happen again. There were waaayy too many wasted cartoon characters passed out in my living room this morning...
Our neighbors just passed us a blunt from their deck, and are hooking us up.
I just baked them cookies. We're friends now.
All right cuz right now I'm in one of those moods where the shear thought of doing anything more strenuous than making a sandwich has me wanting to curl up in the feeble position and splash around in a puddle of my own tears.
When you get to his house tomorrow, follow your instincts. Find the cat first.
All I know is I was dancing to Shakira in his alley and I think rubbing my junk on his car door.
he has to serve us drink and appetizers in his french maid costume for the Pirates game tonight. Bring everyone.
If there's one thing I learned yesterday, it's that if I really wanted to I could be mayor of Toronto.
It was a great party. People were literally still doing shots and playing drunk Jenga at 6am...
Wanna go on a picnic?
... by picnic I mean wanna sit on a blanket and drink with me?
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