We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
When I start puking tomorrow, just let me be. it'll start around 8:35. just let me heave. i love this part of my morning.
oh my god. separately texting an Allie and an Ally while drunk is hard, and I'm climbed 1/2 way up a bridge pier.
Just ate a whole pizza by myself. Wearing my indian headdress again. its really cool with the french braids. I look like fucking pocahontas or some shit.
I will always remember today as the day I narrowly escaped having to touch a tiny penis
in the middle of fucking he asked me if i had gotten a haircut because he noticed i didnt have split ends anymore. i dont know what to think
In the midst of you puking your guts out, you stopped, looked at the globe in front of you and whispered "America.."
Well that's the first time I've woken up with wet jorts
I walked by the two of them and mouthed "fuck me" based on there reaction I think they just came in their pants
eating chex mix on the couch when he walks in naked and asks how he looks. are you shitting me.
Packing for college has become a game of where did I hide my sex toys.
Might call you tomorrow on a drunken hate filled rant, or just a normal hate filled rant, either way be ready.
He threatened my life and my car because I called you. Are you sure you never slept with him ?
you made the house rule that every time you'd say "yay" everyone had to drink.
that explains so much
I just spent 45 minutes and a really well-put together Power Point trying to convince her to use my dog as baby Jesus in her church's play.
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