I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
my last 3 google searches were anal itchy vagina and ice cubes
is he apposed to sex in general? or just porch sex?
i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
You hooked up with another girl while you were with me. You were literally holding my hand while you did it.
I meant to tell you earlier: bad life decision saturday has been moved wednesday this week
He was drinking wine out of a pyrex measuring cup at two in the afternoon and told me my ass looked fantastic in my sweatpants. I love university
I AM A HOUSE CAT. I CANNOT DO THIS LION BUSINESS WE CALL THE SINGLE LIFE
Someone drunkenly cleaned and organized my car last night... Nothing's missing, so that's a plus.
I seriously had alll four of your knuckles bruised into my arm
I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese
I can't sleep. My mind keeps asking "turn down for what?" but it won't accept any of my answers.
Also I would love to pregame at your place if I weren't stuck at mine drinking laxatives
I just set my acrylic nail on fire while trying to light my blunt
hurry there's a jack Daniels slip n slide and clothes are coming off faster than I can even comprehend oh thank god for autocorrect
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