piano lessons. No girlfriend. What's up.
remember that time i ran away from the bar and passed out in a street cot?
neither do i
i had a dream that i had so much marijuana that i didn't know what to do with it. i woke up and cried.
I don't even want to talk about it, I'm traumatized. Even the dog knew to take advantage of the most intoxicated girl at the party...
Legitimate concern. Who am I going to have birthday sex with?
This is my transition from small talk texts to booty call texts. Coming over?
Quite the smooth talker. There in 5.
This is the point in ur life where u should realize there's nothing left but a spiral of shame
I should but I don't. All I see is an escalator of success
Ice that vagina down, get some coffee, and try not to walk with a limp. It's time to dominate, pull it together
First week back and I made to one class, its gonna be okay after all.
Took "drink until he's cute" to a whole new level last night...
Now in just stoned listening to my dads philosophical idea about public transit
it was good, but also weird. like, i came four times and then cried weird.
Well while you were being a dick I was taping back together a cougars broken heart
I'm 2 seconds away from smashing the bottle and drinking it off the counter with a straw.
Think of it as a business transaction. That's how I justify all the horrible things I do. Blow my married boss? Just a business transaction.
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