You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
You were too busy being proud of your penis shaped pancakes to notice...
oh and if she happens to say anything about a cantalope and tissues... just go with it
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
I can't remember where my feet are. All I can see are colors, and all I can feel is terror. The lollipop was a bad idea.
It started with jello shots. It ended with tears.
I texted him that I wanted to be more than fuck buddies so when I came over he gave me a punch card. He takes me I dinner every 10 fucks.
I just had nipple jewelry returned to me in the law library.
Halfway through the night I was hiding in a trashcan. Then I "sobered" up and ran around the house throwing change because I wanted to make my last moments of 2013 charitable.
We smoked weed. AS A FAMILY. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
Tom just texted me he's Tindering from his hospital bed while they're running heart tests on him.
That's dedication to the game.
Oh lord. I have no recollection. I just got up. Surveying the damage. Found phone with messages out by pool. Still have not located my top or determined when i stopped wearing it
sex on a trampoline, in the rain, on ecstasy, just thought you should know.
i found a picture from last night of you sat on the floor naked, covered in butter and crying. care to explain?
I was hoping you could tell me..
Kinda thinking about going to my moms wedding high
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