He is such a slut. More and more my type.
he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
fuck dude i blacked out on a tuesday. what am i doing with my life?
Winning.
then the nurse gave me a bag with my personal belongings: phone, wallet. jacket, keys and a BTB burrito
drunk me is my new role model. he's fearless. like not even afraid of tornadoes.
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
I was mixing candy canes and coors light and was in a great place.
So I met my girlfriends dad last night. Or should I say I re-met that mall cop that had to tackle me.
The last thing I remember was you puking all over the inside of my door and him yelling "PUKING RALLY!!!"
There's a patch of dead grass from where you would notoriously throw up after every good night in July. This summer was great.
Emoji's do wonders when you actually have nothing at all to say..
It was a shot marathon. It only ended because we werent drinking in our house apparently we walked into the nieghbors. When they got home thy were soooooo pissed.
I know but we're going to blackout city so it'll probably be warm there
I mean. I'm excited for the Seahawks too. I just love nachos.
Pooping to opera.
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