All my problems are solved. I just got McDonalds and scratch off lottery tickets.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
also, did you notice that when he quoted your email he used MLA format?
I need to get the stench of sex and broken dreams out of my room
Things I love twice as much when drunk: Taco Bell. Office chairs that roll. Classes.
do you think if she looks enough like a dude i have to come out to my parents?
Someday. I cant very well invite myself to his dorm room. And I'm 28. The excuses to be drunk and running into him at uconn are rather slim. Although I'm working on it.
Who are these men, what are we doing here, how is this helping us toward our goals of sex and pasta? Things to consider.
I just love it. It's warm and soft and the rest of the world is so mean. My bed would never be mean to me
I know you're asleep, but I just had a motherfucking epiphany.
the problem is i have six tabs of acid in my freezer and no self control
I'm gonna write a book. Almost Awesome: all the times I ALMOST got laid.
the night was just a blur of sex and pie
HE PEED ON ME. THE MANAGER OF THE BAR.
THERE IS JIZZ ON MY CEILING. HOW THE FUCK IS THERE JIZZ ON MY CEILING
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