this crazy girl in up in Dennys is going crazy because Bob Saget just texted her.
He told me that he wishes our relationship was more like prison: less touching, more butt sex.
Get the fuck buddy a birthday present or not? He def deserves one, but how do I explain the debit card charge to my husband?
i think i was tempted to text while we were making out. like i remember holding my phone up behind his head and just staring at it.
Dude I reek of $2.50 pitchers, $1 off/pack marlboro cigs, and fear.
Fear?
FEAR.
It's pathetic. My bed hasn't been this sexless since it was in bedmart.
Heb just said, and I quote, "let's go to Who's On Third and fuck a fishbowl with our mouths. I am going to fuck this van." and then he humped a van.
Taking a shit on the side of the road is not how I imagined this morning would start.
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
Come over. We're getting stoned and watching DogTV
Ah. Hot spring. Infinitely less skeevy than a hot tub. These North Carolinian dudes are all class.
Nothing can teach you regret more efficiently than a wine hangover.
She said "we just have chemistry" ... I wanted to say "no, you just have a vagina."
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
Everyone thinks it's an okay idea now until I'm overdoing it on the vodka/clubs, dancing on a table, trying to make out with the groom.
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