just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
For some reason, Oliver from Hannah Montana reminds me of pudding.
That's cute.
thankjk goddddn taco bell uis open htis lateee!
you do know it's eleven in the afternoon, right?
I'll bring the barf blanket just in case.
The night started going down hill when she shot the cashier in the face with the confetti gun we bought at 711.
im afraid if i stop breathing i will turn into a porcupine
I should probably go to bed before I start to care about why I started drinking in the first place.
Last night he asked the cab driver "if you were in the middle of getting tattooed and the tattoo artist suddenly got a boner would you leave or would you get that boner??"
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
somehow this went from sexting to explaining my eating disorder.
Omg yes! I just found a random muffin! Don't question it. Just praise the miracle.
Wanna have a sleepover and take me to court in the morning?
At one point I was counting his nipple hairs to calm myself down.
Mike's not allowed to drink vodka anymore. He couldn't get his temporary tattoos (stickers) to stick so he super glued them on.
I was singing Colors of the Wind and swigging vodka and still felt like more of an adult.
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