I skipped work to stalk him.
why does he think he needs to feed/take me out to get some ass? we are at a bar wasting my fucking time
Well, it's 24 hours till finals. I need high A's on all of them and I still am not sure where exactly on campus most of my classes took place.
Im forcing mysellf to pee so i can fit more margaritas in me...
I just masterbated while imagining him getting hit by a truck. I have hit a completely unacceptable level of anger & bitterness. Help.
the kid next to me in training is drinking sangria. its 9am here in case you couldnt calculate. its going to be a good year.
You know it was a challenge blowing out the candles. It was hard to think of a wish, while drunk, with a concussion.
If you wanna be a real wingman, create some insecurity and comment on that pic of all the hot girls with "Id do every girl in this pic.. except the fat one".
I messaged him asking for his address. He replied with the address then said, "If you're gonna stalk me, I'm the third window on the side and usually get naked around 8am and anytime randomly after 6pm (listen for music).. If you're sending anthrax, I'm 6'2" 225lbs so send a good amount."
I just pictured my inhibition personified as little pink piggies with wings flying off into the great wide nowhere hahaha
Are we on the same shift tomorrow and more importantly do you want your pants back?
That isn't the worst part. It got a bazillion times more awkward when he read me a poem he wrote about his dead cat.
I'm literally the definition of crunk, sunburnt, and dehydrated. I'm going to die tomorrow.
I don't think it's a coincidence that the day I just happen to do the splits at the gym I come back with 7 guys' phone numbers.
did anyone ever come to your door asking about the blood on the floor?
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