To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
I think my fart just growled at me.
If you are in NYC and not seeing anyone, you should come fucke me now because:1 i am not in love with you anymore, 2 i am drunk enough where i won't feel the n eed to kisx you awardly to avoid your beard, 3we have unfinished business that i wpn't get -assed unyil orgass have been had, 4 i really really want to
someone just puked in the library. they put up caution tape. i totally underestimated finals week.
you were on ground yelling about how close the floor was to your face.
and hes going back to rehab like me, so we have common interests
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
She's the perfect storm when it comes to psycho stalkers
My bed became a clown car for his family....I'm not ready to get married
I woke up and there was a mans ass as my screensaver...
It's like we're in an emotionally distant three-way and there's not even sex to show for it.
You know, this is NOT how I pictured my life would be when I was younger, and yet here we are.
I loaned him a tie and then had to tie it for him. I'm like his weird lesbian girlfriend.
Dear god my vagina.
Our conversation went from you choking me to my quarter life crisis reeeaaalllll quick.
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