4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
I cant believe I just managed to do a drug deal across the country for you...
It's 10am, I'm at grocery store buying booze b/c the bf just told me that he didn't "technically" break up with his ex.
Right now im sitting at home and all i can think about is im eating calories and i should be out drinking them.
I don't understand but I fell asleep naked holding a tub of cool whip and a boiled egg
first party of the semester tomorrow. thinking of wearing a huge sign that says "my summer was good" to avoid the 67 questions and get straight to drinking
Oh my god. I just RAN OVER a child. Oh my god this isnt my day. That kid was cool as fuck though
I'm going to sing sad and lonely Barbra Streisand songs at the top of my lungs if you don't get here soon
MY WHOLE FAMLY IS TALKING ABOUT MY BUTT
WAIT I'M COMING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT TOO
I woke up to pizza pinned to my wall. So that's that.
Hey it's Males-You-Probably-Wish-You-Hadnt-Had-Sex-With Monday. MYPWYHHSWM
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
This is worse than naked and afraid. This is drunk and confused.
so we just got back from swapping peoples patio furniture around to different patios. some people might like unexpected change. others might regret living on the ground floor.
How long do I have to listen to him talk about the chickens before telling him I just really want to fuck? Note: it's already been twelve minutes.
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