I just saw a Kleenex commercial and thought about last night. I'm sorry about your hair.
My drug dealer just made me a sandwich at the local deli. Starting to question his street cred.
I feel if a girl leaves my house the next morning feeling degraded and in desparate need of a shower, then I have succeeded.
Just found puke on my backpack while sitting in class. It's like this weekend won't leave me alone.
He ripped off his shirt and tried to give me CPR. That damn bong.
I have a scary feeling my mom might switch her goals from finding me a husband in 2012 to sending me to rehab
Will the fact that I have 4 boob hickies add to or take away from tonight's outfit?
Good morning! So would you prefer me to show up kind of late or on time but looking like I got chewed up and spat out by an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer?
The bump on my forehead, i think, was from falling asleep at front door, on my knees, slumped over. But we played good music so what?
Got really high to see my fist college experience unfold. Too high to find my classroom but I found the McDonald's down the street
He took my Spanx off and still fucked me twice. I call that success.
Why the fuck are you playing with legos?
Why the fuck are you questioning me?
Fuck. I did it again. I plugged in my toaster and walked away thinking it needed to preheat. I am dumb.
Um, just removed my insulin from the fridge so that I could fit our case in there. Tell me, who has their priorities straight? THIS GIRL.
It was sweet, he carried me out of my bathroom after I passed out, built me a pillow fort so I wouldn't roll out of bed, set a glass of water on the table, and brought me a mixing bowl to puke in. Totally a sign we're more than just fuckbuddies.
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