I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
I'm graduating. Then you'll never see me again.
We better fuck soon then
oh god...if the people that live above me killed themselves again then im gonna assume im the worst neighbor ever
Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me
You were screaming across the bar "BUYING US SHOTS ISN'T GOING TO MAKE US STRAIGHT, YA KNOW!!!!!!!!"
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
my longitudinal study of the long term effects of sloth and alchol-intake is nearly complete.
so you are graduating this semester.
You don't put off sexcapades. Life lesson #1.
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
I don't know what happened. His phone, shirt, shoes, and the condom wrapper are here but he isn't. I don't even know how to get a hold of him right now
We're gonna start a pole dancing competition or a bar fight. Stand by for results.
I'm pretty sure the rest of my evening will consist of masturbating, drinking tequila and watching children's movies.
The dentist walked in on me trying to bottle some laughing gas to take home with me. That high.
Just fyi i'm now butt naked in a steam room smoking a bong in some guys house. i sense the weed penetrating my pores.
youll appreciate my drinking habit one day...
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