Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
I wish that one Sunday morning I could wake up feeling like I have my life together.
Spent 200 bucks on a stripper for a good night hug. I give up.
We were naked in bed for hours and we didn't have sex. Either he's gay or he wants to respect me. Neither of which I approve of.
Oh god, so much rum. I think I was in a shotgun wedding with a Bacardi promotion girl.
You call it a hangover, I call it a baby squirrel burrowing its way out of my head.
Unfortunately hes not a hipster douchebag with no life goals, so naturally I'm not interested.
Tim and I found you a 5ish and asked how you were doing with the breakup. All you said was "i can't words"
On my way to get pizza I followed a dog into Salvation Army where I was just hired
I'm pretty sure I imagined the dog... They still hired me
So lets not base feelings on vagina tingles
"Yeah because the first thing I think of when I hear the word college is tear gas."
Just FYI....you totally yelled out Royals while we were having sex last night lol.
You either got a dog, or you have a boy over. I can't tell from the noises which it is.
i feel as though me waking up and asking her if i went to the hospital was a sign that i was not okay
I just realized I'm having shark week, during shark week.
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