Holy wow, I found all the old poems u wrote me back when we were in looooooooove...just sort of wild to look back on, thought u'd like that
I put cups full of chips next to every bed, couch, and toilet so that everyone could have a snack when they woke up....
We should have parties more often. I ended up with 90 beers and someone cleaned my toilet.
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
Every time I remember you're bi, the world gets a little brighter.
The fact that both my ribs are severely bruised from shoving flasks in my bra might be a validation of my mothers alcoholic accusation
i swear, about 40% of my drunken life is spent having sex with him.
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
theres 2 cans of open Campbell's soup on the counter and a note that says "guess which one is puke" ... want lunch?
He drank his beer out of his own shoe. Its his "party trick"
Eye drops are like seatbelts of being high. Think about it
Explain to me again why I'm doing the walk of shame if we fucked at my house?
Remember I am not doing blow tonight. I REPEATE NO COCAINE unless I do it with your mom
I share a birthday weekend with Easter this year, so that fucking sucks. I hate sharing...and I have to share with fucking Jesus this year.\n
fuck st louis. fuck their hockey. fuck their basball. fuck their football if they still got it. fuck their tiddlywinks teamm. fuck their ribs. fuck their entire city. what im trying to say is i dont like st louis
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