Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
i can't believe i had my finger in that
I'm sitting the next couple hours out. Puking in a potted plant really put shit into perspective for me.
He just used my bikini trimmer to give himself a fumanchu. And I still plan on having sex with him tonight. This has to be what true love feels like.
do you think the bartender judged us for asking for shots of well vodka and water chasers?
Pretty sure I can show you the text you sent me stating some interest in my penis entering your mouth if said circumstances were met.
He got violent drunk so we have to untie him in the morning. He's in your basement and you're out of electrical tape. Don't forget because I will.
Are you alive?
I googled "I don't want to vomit anymore," and "how to rip out your uvula," at 9 am this morning, but I'm still here. Uvula and all.
Post walk of shame: realized the underwear I put on when I left was another girl's underwear.... woof
she's just been through a whole lot lately. When the crazy starts leaking out we give her vodka and lock her in the room with all the pillows.
so that's what that room is for...
my phone went off during the middle of it and he ask what i was doing. he wouldn't let my reply with "your boss". ..
I also woke up on my floor. Naked. On a pile of clothes. With my head in the trash can. And a sheet over me.
Note to self:A blacklight toga party at a frat house is a bad idea. Some things cannot be unseen
I just want to trace his tattoos with my tongue
Here's the "to do" list i just found on my phone: buy stripper pole, make sex playlist, buy febreeze
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