you tried to tell me that ice cream had no calories because they were "frozen"
I think I'm on the verge of a really slutty period in my life
Just sit in your kitchen floor until something speaks to you.
There were so few words spoken that I'm not sure if it was make-up or break-up sex.
I'm like the kid who wants his birthday and christmas equally. Every time I get one I want the other. Only I don't want holidays I want brothers
I should have been on a postcard. I was sitting in the middle of the forest with a plate full of pot brownies and missing you.
We were coming but I found wine on my way out the door.
I think you just described to us the most perfect drunken fairy tale that has somehow never been written
the fact that you trapped hornets in a mailing tube to put in his mailbox does not surprise me sadly.
My "lord keep me from stabbing a bitch" prayer has gotten a lot of miles today
after stripping the bed and soaking it with the "pet spot remover" I have, I decided in the best interest of my mattress and our drunk friends bladders, i should invest in rubber sheets.
Good to know. If our sexting moves past early 1900s vernacular, I'll be sure to use that once or twice.
I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with myself when this is all over. I'll probably just go back to smoking pot and trying to learn italian.
Shit facedness and cuddling are what you have to look forward to this evening.
I'm too horny to sleep. I need some violent sex to wind me down.
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