Its about making memories worth repressing
She just sent me a picture of a heart. I need to stop fucking freshman...
I don't know if it was the room or her, but as soon as the pants came off, it smelt like a locker room and old man farts.
Stoned ambition #8. Must learn sign language.
With any luck I will spend the duration of this flight with my tray table up my seatbelt securely fastened and my face in his lap
I woke up naked dangling by my feet from the balcony over his foyer. He's officially my new favorite booty call.
DIN'T JUSGE NE.
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
How do I tell my Dad that in the picture he has of me and my brother as the background of his phone we were both rolling face on ecstasy?
I just got a call from the front desk apparently one of my feiends was dropped off by a handicap bus passed out in a wheel chair unlv is goig down
I brought him flowers on my way home from cheating on him. Boyfriend of the year award right here.
i can trust myself, just not when im drunk. and drinking is my favorite pastime
So from zero to dumpster fire, how shitty do you feel this morning? I'm hovering somewhere around trainwreck.
My sex life reached a new low tonight: we stopped into this bar so I could pee and when I got out of the bathroom my parents had ordered a round for us and this traveling nurse they met and were trying to run game for me. Saddest part? She was actually going for it.
and then the sword just ended up between my legs
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