I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
The girl behind me at the dollar store said couldn't wait to get her permit, then requested a pregnancy test. God I love being home.
obviously my correlation between being a pro surfer and being extremely good in bed was 100% wrong.
My dinner was lean cuisine and tequila. Aaaaaand I need a boyfriend.
You put your shot glass in your waistband and then told me how convinent it was.
Just remembered I hit myself in the face with a bottle then did the nose test and decided I was still good. Don't think anyone noticed.
Bring the cards this coming weekend. If I'm not here I died skydiving Friday
I remember nothing except the fact it happened and I ate doritos and we highfived a lot
i took a picture of my dick. with a stick figure drawn on it. and a paper hat taped to the tip. and i call i the mayor of Dickville
Those tiny little fruit fly looking mofos. They fly past the phone and I grabbed them like Daniel-San
Don't blame me. My vagina leads me astray.
be right there i have to get my cape
My drug dealer bought me a book for Christmas. What a gentleman.
Omg there's puke under my pillow. Clearly I puked and tried to hide it. From myself. \n
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