I don't know how I got that girl last night. I feel like seal right now sans the scars
It's all fun and games until the last slice of pizza gets bong water spilled on it.
I no longer question where these bruises come from... between the strip pole in the living room, the slipnslide in the hallway and our constant level of intoxication I will always be bruised...
He kept his baseball cap on when he went down on me...
Its 6am and I'm sitting on the couch watching Clifford. Crying into my risotto because emily elizabeth helped the girl in the wheelchair get over her stagefright so she can win a trophy. Never drinking alone again.
Oh I forgot to tell you that while you were in the bathroom last night I made friends with a gay man named Rodger from Venezuela and he kissed me cheek and told me I "knew how to shake my thing". From now on we go to the bathroom as a team.
I've wasted nicer days than this hungover and dry heaving in bed.
I'm not drinking cause I'm like 4 vodkas away from a boom box and Peter Gabriel.
I started having a bad trip because I closed my eyes and got lost in a forest of patterns and I knew my mom would be upset.
On way back. With a shopping cart. Minimal casualties.
I actually feel a twinge of sadness recycling all of our handles... I feel like I'm throwing out some great memories or lack of them because we don't remember
Did this whole conversation happen while you were shitting?
does 2pm fall under the wake n bake category?
He lit my hand on fire and bought me chicken nuggets. I'm in love.
Apparently the girl he banged in the bathroom yelled at him for hitting on me all night. But whatever, he was holding her hand for most of it
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