I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
we're drinking boxed wine and eating string cheese. It's like a wine tasting for poor people.
I'm at a party watching some dude try to eat a whole package of Oreos in 5 minutes.
I have started doing my homework in bars. It just feels right.
She kept saying "I'm going to hell" the entire time we were fucking. I really wasn't sure what to do... so I agreed with her.
That was definitely the right answer.
At what point did we agree that playing bocchi ball on the way to the liquor store was a good idea?
We are taking shots for every green Lon-Capa box we get for the homework.
hey im home...im not sure how this mcdonalds got here but whatever im gonna eat it anyway.
She only remembers me when she's drunk. It's like I'm a suppressed memory that only surfaces with alcohol.
the boat had a sign not to jump off the roof of it, which gave us the idea to jump off the roof of it
Oh god he's like Julia Roberts in pretty woman... And I'm the one who's gotta make a lady out of him.
He asked for a foot job. Whatever. I guess I'm swimming in new slut waters tonight.
I woke up in confetti... confetti and shame
We will discuss everything tomorrow i presume. Including the sweaty naked tango.
You can't just bring up bondage and then stop answering me
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