you sent me 5 happy birthday texts last night. one after the other. spelled differently.
me texting you is like we have secret walkie talkies.
We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
A friday night jus isn't the same if the cops don't raid my dorm
She's more than welcome to come too, so long as she has gotten over that me being responsible for the death of her cat thing.
Its become more of a routine.. Whenever I get done eating and have left overs I just take it over to his house and throw it all over the walls and windows. Pay backs a bitch ehhhh
I found him passed out against a dryer in the girls washroom, in front of an old woman was trying to figure out how to dry her hands.
i may have given a gay guy with a mohawk my number last night that said... "you are straight" omg so glad a whole year til my next birthday... also i hit myself in the face with a car door. nice.
NOLA update. Went to Corey Smith at the house of blues last night. Drank PBR and took lots of shots of Jack. Too drunk, cabbed it to the hotel and fell asleep while having sex. Not my finest moment. Now I'm in court. I can't wait to be your attorney.
I dressed up as a "typical white girl" which meant I wore my yoga pants and uggs all night. BEST. IDEA. EVER. Most comfy halloween everrrr.
fuck you I'm eating salad I can't be drunk.
If I was banging all the guys that people think I am, I'd quit buying batteries.
There's just something so liberating about drinking a beer with no pants on
Just puked in a cup. Poured it out the window.
He did a backflip because drugs
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