i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
I feel like your standards for women is like rent-a-centers standards for credit.
apparently i started the naked brigade. and depantsed everyone who wasn't naked. her parents must hate me.
You know you're wathing too much reality TV when you start adding commentary to every day life.
i had a dream last night that my liver tore its self out of my body and ran away.
I woke up face down on my laptop with three windows open: itunes, chat roulette and redtube
Sorry for making you give strangers a ride for hits of acid.
im eating mac and cheese with a makeup brush. there is wayyyyy too much wrong with this night.
Um yeah. I just puked. And found your contact.
GLITTER SLIP N SLIDE MUTHAFUCKAH~
Oh yeah and one of the strippers brought you chips and water when you were passes out next to the toilet. So that was nice
he cock-blocks himself, don't try to make excuses for him!
Dude, he paid us overtime to smoke weed out of a bong at his house
I don't know what to say to you.
I don't know what I said to you. Start with that.
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
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