We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
I think I took your hangover as a birthday present
im going to live freely with my legs opened and my heart closed
2 am we went back to his house. his mom handed us beers and cooked us pancakes. the next morning his dad had washed my car. i lied. living at home after college definitely does not suck.
you don't seem to understand just how much pasta i spilled on my bed last night.
Still burping lighter fluid. Totally awful.
I pulled my bra outta my purse. Covered in honey mustard. I still lack an explanation.
Every grown women needs to pee herself once in her life. It builds character.
Found my underwear in a solo cup. That about sums up this weekend.
I have random bruises including my spine and visible bite marks on my neck. Thanksgiving car sex accomplished.
Something about being drunk at 1pm chasing seagulls on the beach while it's raining is very calming
Her roommate was talking on her cell when I came out of the bedroom and I definitely heard her describe how shitty and terrified I looked. Awesome.
I CAN SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF THE ANIMES.
I just sent him a message bearing my soul about how much he means to me as a friend and his first response is "are you drunk?"
Shit like this is why I'm a bitch to everyone.
Memeber that time you got detained in Poland. We don’t talk about that enough
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