I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
By the end of the second bowl I was making sound effects to every hand movement he made.
We got blackout for the alumni dinner, and then walked THROUGH the keynote speaker, managing to still say "excuse me".
Hes still mad that I left the room mid-hookup to go get a pickle from the fridge.
Hungover snowboarding. Puked off the lift and traumatized a group lesson for kids. Crash course on adulthood.
Was rudely woken up by strangers at 4:15am. I was leaning against the stoplight at 9th
It's ok I'm watering my plants with a 40 in my camelback, people are staring
Mom called her a cunt. I think that's code for "don't bring her over ever again."
My liver needs the occasional pep talk and a reminder that we are two weeks into freshman year of college.
I don't remember much and some girl almost convinced me to jump off the bridge while she held my stuff...
The nun costume is coming back hard and it still has glitter and the smell of Vegas on it.
Best. Text. Ever.
I got in an argument over whether or not I'm a slut. I argued yes.
Do you ever just feel the storm building inside of you that tells you you're ready for a giant indiscriminate fuckfest?
I just wanna go home jackoff, eat chicken fingers, drink beer, play halo and go to bed. I'm sick of this shitty school, the shitty kids and having to fucking teach them.
You ran up to my room. I was naked. You refused to leave without drugs. I love you.
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