Not good, Ive never been this late. We need to talk.
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Drunk in some girls audi what the fuck is happenin i love sb
it's ELEVEN
thirty
Yeah. I hotboxed a windbreaker.
He is like that thing on the menu you would eat because nothing else looks remotely edible.
Which is scary since we both think with our vaginas
I action rolled over a firepit. Twice. I am the action roll king
Oh we will ALWAYS be together. Or I'll have to delete my Facebook altogether. I've drunkenly boobie trapped photos of us into every album. There's no way I'd ever have the patience to go through that deletion process.
4 girls from the bar, me, strip basketball. here. NOW
You don't want to cheat on your husband, you just want to fuck someone who isn't him.
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
It got quiet and we all stood around and opened the box and I've never seen so many burritos in my life man. it was fucking biblical.
YOU GAVE HIM A BLOWJOB ON YOUR DOORSTEP?!
I was so high I watched a 5 minute video of different scenes of horses running. The music was magical.
Went on a blind date. Afterwards I ripped my pants off and said "it's game time". He was into it.
21st birthday weekend in Vegas has concluded and all I'm missing is my underwear and 'Contacts' icon on my phone home screen.
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