I have a walk of shame I should be getting to. "Hey, by the way, what is your name?" is not a conversation I want to have today
I was rubbing the clit just like wikipedia told me to.
remember tomorrow: you burned the inside of your nose with incense. it hurt.
sober me hid the cigs from drunk me. sober me is a tricky bitch.
You're always adorable, but when you're drunk, you're like Chia Pet adorable.
I need you to come over. Im crying, day drinking and working out simultaneously.
You convinced her to break up with her boyfriend, made out with her all night, got her to buy us all shots then went home with a different girl...
That explains the "i hate you" text. But the facebook deletion is a bit harsh
fat chick, vomit on the dog, and three unidentifiable pills in my ear. all in the same ear. what the hell happened after the guests showed up?
Idk. The last coherent text said something about $25 & dimes. And then...it's just letters...
I'm proud of you, you were pretty classy last night, you didn't puke AND you didn't take off your shirt, except for those two times in the corner.
Caleb has a beard comb now. Also I have a pube comb now too. May or may not be related incidents
I need to stop acting like a drunk bitch. People are going to get the right idea about me...
They say find what you're good at... Evidently that's showing up late for everything, drinking, and eating cheese for me.
i like that he makes me laugh. those are like my two favorite things. laughing and fucking.
I want you inside me. Finish your papers.
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