I wanna crawl in your skin and have dreams about Bobby Kennedy tonight.
Walking by Farrand Field is better than a porno right now.
Just invented new drinking game watching Hocus Pocus... everytime they say "virgin" wetake a shot and yell out "to j****"
i've never seen someone fall down the steps so gracefully... i think im in love
I can't remember if the bartender cut you off after you broke your glass or after you wished the bar a happy winter solstice during your karaoke number.
well other than the faint smell of fireworks in the truck you can't really tell the windshield was exploded
I did, I'm just saying. Once the drinking starts my nipples are no longer my control.
Still losing my voice, so I am trying to get it back through drugs. Welcome to my Monday logic.
My public calorie counter app is pretty much just a cry for help.
I don't remember much of last night. But I woke up with very apologetic texts from him this morning so apparently I didn't get laid. Which is stupid.
He asked if I had feelings for him while I was lying naked on the floor vomiting into a trashcan as he held my hair and fed me Pringles.
Just tried to dig out holes in my mattress for my boobs so I could be comfortable lying down on my stomach
I'm surprised I didn't lose anything last night. Except maybe my dignity but other than that we gucci.
please tell dad to clear the porn off his tablet before he lends it to anyone from now on
they gave me money. the money smells like weed. also they gave me weed
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