new number. flushed my phone last night when i puked, made B help me look for it for 2 hours.
in respone to your voicemail you left me on saturday, yes i had gone to bed and no i was not still drinking at 5am
I had a dream that we erected a stage in our living room for "impromptu performances" how can we make this a reality?
Vodka shot parachutes
Fucking utilizing a thrid story dorm room
Im sitting in church with a backpack full of beer bottles. This is friendship.
Well, I found my bra. It's in my glove compartment with a half-eaten Snickers bar and a Jesus bookmark.
Thankfully US customs doesnt have a checkbox for bringing semen into the country because my hair would still be in CDC quarantine
Then you better bring Starbucks and a box of condoms in the morning.
Oh shit. This is getting real.
Does it qualify as sexting if you're both pretending to be fictional characters?
I'm not sure whether to be proud of you or weirded out.
I still can't believe that I ate McDonald's off of my chest in his bed...
Cross faded me is not the classiest.
No not at all haha I wish there was a picture of that
I know how vodka works Grace. I'm drunk, not stupid.
I forgot about snapchatting a pic of us, but I remember flossing with your hair.
I've reached the last of the wine in my cup so now I have to sit up in my bed to get it through the crazy straw
"can you come pick me up from the ikea parking garage i think i slept here"
Honestly the prospect of dick really lifts a girl's spirits
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