just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
he yelled 'rock me amadeus!' when he came
i love that song!
NOT THE POINT
I know it's not your turn to do the dishes, but since they're covered in your puke, it is.
I hope this doesn't change things. I feel that me being a minor made it more exciting.
I don't even know. I woke up in the bathtub with no shirt, covered in towels holding what appeared to be vanillia pudding mixed with captain morgan.
He's probably hung over. I sure as hell am. I want to pop out my eyeballs with a fork and soak them in cold water
I'm to the point that I've had the revelation that its physically impossible for my arms to be attached to my torso.
Of the past 48 hours, 46 of them have been spent naked. I'd say it's been a good two days.
Yeah and you keep saying "I know how to win America." While running away from us
HE JUST ALLUDED TO FUCKING MY FRESH LOAF OF BREAD
if you guys find pieces of my teeth don't throw them out please
So we decided we're going to stop having sex...except for tonight. And probably tomorrow.
Its one thing to reject me, but to reject me AND my hottest friend AT THE SAME TIME!?!?
You texted me a picture of some random naked guy. Did you lose your virginity?
I don't know who's idea it was to get wine for a frat party but my poor pitiful hung over self really fucking hates them.
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