I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
Pot didnt help. Now Im even sadder but now im afraid of the clouds and the crickets.
the last thing i remember is you screaming lets hunt humans.
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
i'm sitting in the library realizing that the 2 most productive things i did this weekend was have sex and go to the liquor store...
we got cut off at 8 am. He spilled his drink three times on the plane. this should be one hell of a vegas trip
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
Ice cream: Good. Fraternity: Good. Eating ice cream off a Skid Row bum's ass crack in order to get into a Fraternity: Homoerotic at best. I quit.
perfect. if all else fails remind him how anxious he is. talk real fast and induce a panic attack that only I can remedy with xanax.
IF I CAN STICK YOUR DICK IN MY MOUTH, I CAN STICK MY GUM ON YOUR NIGHTSTAND.
Three Architectural classes: $990.00 Architectural supplies: $300.00 Changing majors and using my architectural supplies to roll blunts: Priceless
when you're a senior and the freshman guy you wake up next to asks who you are, you DO NOT give him your real name.
I mentioned your name at this party and some girl started crying.
I swear to the sweet baby jesus I didn't fill your freezer with salsa and my little pony toys, but I didn't stop them either.
it'll be like a game of Russian Roulette, but with my vagina.
Randomize
