fine. I googled it. you have to eat 5 to die so apparently I'm in the clear.
You guys need to get along, there is no need for a pissing contest...We're all fucking each others ex's.
We had sex under a tree in his boss's backyard, then I hooked up with his best friend. I don't even care how I got home.
I would think I was a stalker too if I wasn't myself
I've started a list of places i want to drink. To go along with the list of places i want to have sex. Lincoln's log cabin is on both.
It would just be icing on the fucked up cake we're baking, if he got me pregnant.
I just conducted a skype meeting drunk and in the middle of a cornfield. I don't even think they noticed.
You don't care if I shave my legs, but you insist I be conscious for sex. Whatever. I really think your priorities are out of whack.
Also cheers for the reminder to check last night's texts. It's been a magical adventure through drunk me's thought process.
Kyle found me outside his apartment in the hallway. Said he didn't hear me knock bt smelled alcohol through the door. I'm sucha bitch to my liver
When he was going down on me I referred to him as "Lord Snow" and HE GOT IT. HE GOT THE GAME OF THRONES REFERENCE. I AM IN LOVE
A surplus of mistakes were made and I don't know what 89% of them were.
Today one of my patients offered me pot brownies. Medical school worth it. Living the dream.
That's when I realized I was probably naked in the wrong bed
Because, after all, nothing quite says life in 2020 than doing laundry at 9:40 on a Friday morning to make sure you have masks and underwear.
Randomize
