can't come. weird drunk guy passed out on couch. long story, tell u later.
wtf. wake him up, call him a cab, get over here!
i just want to make sure he doesn't die. or rob me. plus it's facinating, he's faceplant on the arm of my sofa.
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
And it just wouldn't be a Thursday night without me having to cuss out a foreigner. The streak continues.
This is part your fault too. Don't tell me your dishes are unbreakable and not expect me to prove you wrong.
I held his ankles while he hung off the top bunk attempting to get my pillow that fell off.
The strip club called, they have your shoe.
No, I left myself a half eaten cucumber and a beer next to my head, pointed at it and said 'you're breakfast' and then passed out.
He took shrooms and didn't want anyone to touch him. He kept saying he was a chip and he didn't want to break.
You have no idea what this goes for my ego. I literally made you cum in your sleep.
I walked into her room to find her sitting on the end of her bed with her heads in her hands talking to herself. She kept muttering things like "What? How? No. What? I don't --- How?" $10 says she's pregnant.
I'll see to your $10 and raise you $40.
Today is a spill-drugs-all-over-myself kind of day.
Long story short I'm making an I'm sorry card for a girl I dont remember having sex with
I last recall trying to play piano and asking justin for drugs. I would like to think I then gracefully laid down on the couch and shut my eyes like a sleeping kitten.
Already doing pt exercises by picking my margarita up off the night stand. Fuck yeah.
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
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