if I want to go home with a foreign boy, please feel free to let me go, sober me gives you permission to let drunken me do it
For some reason i am carrying prostate cancer brochures. i am nor used to drinking this early.
He cut part of his finger off. It was a consolation blow job.
full cup flip cup was not exactly the reason I wanted to tell the cops when I was sleeping on the curb
hand shaped bruises on both boobs again....i wish i could say this is the first time.
If it carries over into the weekend I would be glad to nurse your vagina back to health.
I AM COVERED IN FAKE BLOOD AND REAL CUM. I AM AWESOME
Had a crazy moment last night. Had to get up, run to bathroom, pop 3 Xanax, sit on bathroom floor and rock myself in fetal position. Not my best moment.
Come through the front door when you get here.
Right now I'm so wasted I can't determine whats a door and a window.
You said you were uncomfortable with your body and then you started making whale noises
If I ever look like I'm about to have a repeat of last night, hit me. Just smack me as hard as you can.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
You squatted and peed on the living room floor while maintaining eye contact with Sebastian
Last night I recall my hair going up in flames. This is evident by the burnt hair smell that is following me around this morning
i told you i was taking the Metra Train, and you asked what type of drug that was.. so yes i believe you when you say you were fucked up
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