me texting you is like we have secret walkie talkies.
You were face down, at your computer, surrounded by beer bottles listening a bagpipes version of amazing grace.
In the hospital waiting to be tested for the first uti of the school year....I'm BACK BTICHES.
There's a very real possibility that I'll wake up in your uncle's driveway.
Whatever. He's going to tie me up tonight whether he wants to or not.
He stood up, threw the bag of bud between me and Tory, yelled "Fight" and then ran upstairs for the pizza
Please tell me last night did not happen and there is another reason why my phone smells like ranch sauce ahahah
I passed out and slept in my car. Now I feel like a hungover zoo animal. Look and laugh people, look and laugh.
He's holding a pee stick. Yes it's weird.
Two run-ins with cops/park rangers tonight and now I'm just wandering around high and shirtless
Sacramento doesn't deserve you
All of the hungover. I've changed not showered but can't quite make it to the booze.
WE'RE IN THE RED ZONE PLAY THRU THE PAIN
His roommate walked in then asked "well did you at least finish". What a way to start your birthday
Fuck you and your fucking taquito's.
I think I should've done my makeup before I took the acid. Because now I just feel silly looking at myself in the mirror
I don't know, all I remember is waking up at 4 in the morning to him going down on me.
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