So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
I never thought that I'd ever use the phrase "and the resulting ice cream explosion" seriously at work...
as i creep her facebook pics from back in the day till now, i noticed that her lazy eye has gotten better
my drunk uncle just explained that turkeys are not gentle lovers... and no context doesn't make it better.
I just puked in my fish tank. Helloooooo summer.
if that dog is afraid of alcohol then he's no dog of mine
The only thing that makes me want to stop the affair is that I am the Monica Lewinksy in this triangle.
Also, I am ligit concerned that I might compulsively start collecting vibrators like Pokemon.
After this weekend, it looks come this holiday season I'll be walking in a winter abortionland.
No memories of receiving this. Or of getting home. Or of apparently developing a taste for marmalade, which I assume is yours because I have literally never eaten it before. It's all over the kitchen. And my phone. And in my hair. Oh god I wish I wasn't on the train to work. X And sorry about the kitchen x
You ran down the alley towards a stranger screaming "you took my beer".... Then proceeded to run into a garage, fall down, and scream about how your shirt makes you look fat.
Aside from the possibility of pregnancy, I'm going to call last night a raging success.
"I'm not drinking any more tonight." As I dipped my quesadilla in a shot of tequila....then eats it
if my uterus stops caving in on itself long enough for me to be alive I'm there
Once upon a time I threw up in my own hands last night.
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