oh good, I think they're gone
the painters?
my herpes
last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
I thought he was joking about bailing you out until I saw the picture of you and the sheep in the morning paper. Were those my boots you had on it
you'd be alarmed at how much plan b i just found in mom's bathroom...
He kept singing "who's that peekin in my window" we thought he was high til we realized someone was lookin in the windows.
you shall refer to me as my indian name from now on...running with dumb cunts
Btw...I puked in my hand last night and threw it on the floor. Don't let me do tequila ever again.
Someone wrote "gnarballz" on my fridge in black marker. I'm pissed, but more concerned I slept with the one who did it
Sorry about the picture of wills balls via snapchat last night btw
Let's get a hotel room this time. I really don't want to sleep in a Dennys parking lot again.
You don't marry someone you don't want to fuck senseless this is 2014 dammit
Trying to figure out why my back is hurting. And then I remember I got fucked up against a tree last night
He kept saying "Welcome to Indianapolis" over and over while we were having sex...because that's his hometown. I was scared and confused... I didn't know if I should have said thank you or what.
See I am maturing. I just got in from my DRIVE of shame......
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
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