no one is going to fuck you in a field of bunnies
my hangover today makes thursday's feel like a bubble bath.
they ran out of cups so I just drank out of a cowbell.
I just heard a woman call her child a butt face. Repeatedly. He's crying now. I love walmart.
I was to drunk to drive all the way up there, so we just had rough phone sex instead
I don't drink during the week.... well, except for Bailey's Tuesdays, which I have to start implementing further.
Acid flashbacks - fact or fiction? Have been seeing a surprising amount of sparkly shit this afternoon...
I just got a mental picture of us having sex in a trash can.
btw, do you remember scaling that porch last night?
I'll wind up on his doorstep with a confused "oh you live here" expression, a feigned ankle injury and a seemingly fortunately placed bottle of tequila. I don't care what it takes: HIS MOUTH WILL BE ON MOUTH.
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
I just found pizaa roll in my hair. Already been to class today
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
the sex was good. her showing me pictures of her 4 year old daughter afterwards was not.
Also we're getting drunk and sledding down Caroline street. See you soon.
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