i think 'regret' was last night's theme. i could taste it in my mouth and woke up next to it.
i can't help myself.. i am just so in love with the kitchen manager.
...he was wearing JNCO shorts.. i'm pretty sure i saw the dragon.
the next morning i told him i was impressed that he remembered my name. he said it wasn't that hard when "tracy
Guess who just hooked up with the cop that fingerprinted her?
He told me I had nice tits + they have a great shape. + then proceeded to flatten my boob + show me what the gross tits he's seen look like.
My vagina senses are tingling. I know your here.
I vaguely remember chanting "USA" at the pool when we were talking to the Frenchies.
We were pointing at fat people and chanting USA.
I wish dancing around my house in my bra and underwear to Love Shack whilst eating strawberry cake batter was an acceptable form of exercise.
Well you wanna do it now or later? I've had three shots and I'm listening to journey by myself. Emotionally there is no better prime time than right now.
Hey man. We haven't met but my name is Ben. I threw up a bunch at your house last night. I heard you smoke though so I'll smoke you out anytime.
Also, just woke up in a Romney tank and sequin flag panties. Merica.
you guys have a strange definition of the word fun. I would have said dangerous, terrifying, or life-threatening. of course, bowling can now be described the same way.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
That last one reminds me of the time we smoked that foot-long joint and by the time we'd finished we were so stoned we applauded it.
4 pharmacies and not one had Plan B. If this is gods way of telling me it's time for a child, he can fuck off.
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