Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
i have more money on itunes than i do in my bank account... college.
i woke up at 5 am and found myself wrapped in christmas lights that were plugged into the wall.
If there was a creeper hall of fame you and me would be the first two inductees
my bedside table was not meant to hold this many beer bottles.
whatever buzz i had immediately ended when i saw her run through a sliding glass door
Also, I'm sat on the floor drinking cava because life is just not working for me tonight.
Making drunken Mac n cheese at 3 am I understand why witches constantly stir their cauldrons. Much more homogenized temperature and slim chance of boiling over. Good job witches.
I know he's not here, but I can still see him. I found some of my old stash and its good shit so its expected to see sunlight at night and scary llama men. Midgets or otherwise.
She just asked to come over. She's either going to bring one of her dads guns and kill me or we're going to end up having insane lesbian sex.
Sunday mornings are confusing. Like. I can't decide if I want to go for a run or start drinking
Think I have the only job where I can be naked in a room with my manager at work. Apart from hookers
I don't see why I have to pay for it.
your head went through the window, you're pretty much obligated to pay for it.
You threw him in the dryer?
He went in of his own accord. Mumbled something about experiencing the blossoming of popcorn.
I honestly have no desire to wear clothes around you
I have that affect on people
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