we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
were doing shots for every snowflake that hits the ground
so sad. i just ate the last good 'n' plenty out of the bottom of my purse.
I probably shouldn't have followed up that rainbow sherbet with beef jerky. This is a whole new level of fat, even for me.
Also, my drunkenly packed sleepover kit consisted of a singular sock, my uncharged laptop, and a pack of post-it notes.
You call it a hangover, I call it a baby squirrel burrowing its way out of my head.
it wasnt even considered partying. it was like "ok, who can get the most shitfaced and not pass out"
just had sex on top of a camper looking at the stars, BEAT THAT.
I had a sex dream. With two guys. And my subconscious decided to put your dick on BOTH OF THEM. If there is a society where that does not mean "I cherish you" I do not want to live there.
Your smile makes me feel like I'm frolicking through a field of gummy bears.
McDonald's and a car nap. I feel kinda human
I made out with that lesbian chick for a blunt. NO REGRETS.
he told me he wanted me to go see his cat. apparently i was more interested in playing with his cat then having sex.
Dude I left his house at 5:30 a.m. after you peed on his front door and then tried to fight me for my blanket. Don't even do that at my house or I will end you.
hahahahaha. Worst. Text. Ever.
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