Great. There's a birthday party at work today. Now I can stand around and feel uncomfortable for an hour.
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
And i was thinking, 'i'm happy to be underneath you, but i wish you weren't doing THAT.'
Nick had a break down & said to me "Everybody's mad at me, I'm the douchebag, Im the fucking douchebag that everyone hates, Do you wanna come home with this douchebag?!"
You're going home with him aren't you?
I'll see ya in the morning when I leave his house
The last thing I remember is ordering two Martinis while yelling 'CAN YOU PUT THAT IN ONE GLASS?'
Oh if we have sex in public no one will frown upon it. They will stand and cheer for it
Either sorry for fondling you Saturday or thank you for letting me fondle you Saturday.
He's not messing around tonight. 4 fist pumps.
Then again, he has huge mansions.
*manboobs.
I wish university was like frosh week all the time and then they just give you a degree for surviving
My bar tender texts me around 5ish and ask what I feel like, so it's ready for me when I get home. All star service.
Dude. You are the LAST person that should live above a bar.
I wrote "fuck you meg" on my toaster strudel with the icing. I call it "passive aggressive breakfast"
He started making out with my boobs. I didn't know whether to be proud of my boobs or ashamed of my mouth.
I'm disgusted with myself. I feel like I need 10 boxes of Summer's Eve and a baptism.
side note: on a scale of 1-10, how bad an idea is it to hook up with 9 cats guy?
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