I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
I saw him at work today and he gave me a really awkward "I know what you do drunk" look...
i wish peter jackson would direct porn
SO stoned. Sitting in just a thong in front of a fan. NO work for a WEEK! Life is good :)
I've replaced the bottom of the food pyramid with alcohol.
You were so trashed that when you dropped your fruit rollup on the floor, you just sat next to it and cried.
Why don't we skip the roadtrip entirely, save us the trip, and go straight to jail?
Let's get one thing straight; we aren't in a relationship. We fuck and occasionally go to subway.
Ah. Hot spring. Infinitely less skeevy than a hot tub. These North Carolinian dudes are all class.
He called my boobs fluffy. Part sexy part pilsbury dough boy. Part sexy pilsbury dough boy. I'm so confused. And flattered?
YOU CAN'T JUST ADD EVERYONE WHO ENTERS MY VAGINA ON FACEBOOK WTF
was I atleast graceful when I feel down that flight of stairs and broke my hand?
When he said he lived in a closet I thought he meant his room was really small or something... But he actually has a queen size mattress on the floor of his roomates walk-in closet.
If i'm not ready, make sure i'm alive. Not passed out dead in the shower.
I'll still do breakfast to celebrate the life you've had.
Lesson Learned: It's not a party until someone pisses their pants.
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