Changed my sheets. Found a can of rockstar, crushed bag of tostitos, used tissues, and enough of both of our clothes to make a whole outfit.
so its thursday, which means its time to resume communication with you
I'm pretty sure that I'm earning a horrible reputation with your friends, but I'm having a fucking great time in the process.
So. Much. Sex. I feel like i ran a marathon then someone kicked me in the vagina. Soo worth it
you crashed our wine night double date and sat on the floor eating cheese talking about how big his dick is.
Oh boom. You're officially Dr Phil. I need to have sex that I actually remember participating in.
So hungover. Walked into room and poached their catering before realized in wrong place. Scowled and ate it anyway
lets do drugs on my lunch break tomorrow
I could see myself being this awkward weirdo drunk girl that patted strangers and danced terribly but was powerless to stop it
I had a dream last night that I met Diplo. Now I'm just sad
Like these jerks could have told me it wasn't a video call, I wouldn't have put on pants.
I also don't hate being called a giant sack of cheese. Is that weird?
I’m mid 4sum and you’re sending me photos of your cat. We had very different evenings.
Last night I ate a candle out of a strippers ass.... I guess it was an okay night.
I'm not saying it wasn't great. I'm just saying sleeping with a gassy, depressed,45 year old mother was a different experience. Would do it again though.
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