So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
Dude, she's just using you for your money, and Cavs tickets.
Honestly, what else do I have going for me?
You make a valid point.
At least I'm doing lines with a notecard. That counts for something right
Due to certain anatomical proportions it was less like fucking and more like childbirth.
So I stappled myself into my toga... that should be interesting getting out of later tonight...
Of course I have a pirate flag
At first I was nervous about leaving him my undergraduate legacy, but apparently he made out with lesbians, woke up with hickeys and a different shirt. My family name will survive.
Passing out drunk in my therapists lobby may not be the best way to confirm my "stability"
Hahaha perfect. Let's start stopping drinking tomorrow
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
I was really proud of me too last night! Found a discarded hamburger that I have no memory of at the foot of the bed. Instead of a Dude. I'm really growing as a person
This is seriously fucking awkward. My favorite sex scene just started and my dad's still here. He offered me Cheetos.
then you dropped a clam in a draught beer like it was a drop shot and and started chugging as beer spewed all over your body.
Chili is not acceptable fuck buddy food.
I told you that you couldn’t eat fifty tacos, you slapped me in the face, ate seventeen tacos, and fell asleep on my floor
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