Hey, what are you up to?
Drinking wine with the guys and watching 7 Pounds.
Looking back I guess I could have changed that to beer and Die Hard.
you started texting yourself and saying they were "divine messages from heaven" then you threw up on stacie's piano.
we had a 10 minute conversation with his family about how I don't let him eat me out. I want to go home
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
I'm not considering your visit a success until we've fucked every cock in the ethnic rainbow...between the four of us we should have it done by x-mas
He never gives up. He's like the fucking little engine that could of hook ups
"Wait, who's gun did I have?" Moments when you re-examine your life choices.
Just to let you know... If you ever want to get me a gift, the One Direction perfume comes out soon....... It's called Our Moment. It's an appropriate gift for a 25 year old woman.
On Friday, can we drink like its Civil Wars times and the doctor's coming to saw off our gangreen infected legs?
Listen it's no longer the walk of shame to class when ur leaving the frat house and the brothers ask "when are coming back home"
He had really great hair, but he told me he's been in a psych ward three times. I mean I know I'm a psych major, but that's too much.
I'm pretty sure the rest of my evening will consist of masturbating, drinking tequila and watching children's movies.
Honestly my life is shambles over a married man who looked like a fuckin NERD ON HIS WEDDING DAY
If wanting to text you my feelings after three mojitos is wrong I don't wanna be right.
Starting to realize that fucking everyone I come across isn't the most... "adult"... coping method.
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