new number. flushed my phone last night when i puked, made B help me look for it for 2 hours.
i just stumbled downstairs, still drunk, to hug my dad and wish him a happy fathers day
but fathers day is next sunday
i realized that after i threw up on his bare feet
He has some good qualities. Beneath the layers of asshole and fat.
I just threw up and a whole piece of spaghetti came out of my nose. I don't even remember eating spaghetti.
I swallowed and made him pancakes in the morning. I feel almost as desperate as Jennifer Aniston at this point.
woke up rolled in a yoga mat listening to enya. I'm never going back to Oregon ever again.
if he only knew that in between each sext i was puking.
I bruise way too easily for the kind of rough sex I want...
who said I'd never amount to anything...i just won 'most enthusiastic' at my poledancing class
I have so many hands. So. Many. Hands. I can feel arms that I don't have yet. They tickle. I can see the blood in my eyes. I think something is happening. The hands!!! I'm ticking myself with hands I don't have yet! I can't stop giggling about my notyet hands!
She asked me to go inside, make myself a drink and slip into something a little more naked.
i want to live in a society where a 20 year old can wear pigtails and not get them called handlebars, because i look fucking adorable in them.
He sang a ten minute song about me sitting on his face and eating quesadillas. Pretty sure I have to marry him.
Seeing my ex post concert Snapchat videos as an Instagram really reinforces that I made the right choice...
He sent me a picture of his cock that seemed to indicate that we were still on good terms.
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