it wasn't lemon gatorade
what day is it and did you see me today?
so its thursday, which means its time to resume communication with you
this is something i pride myself on being below average for
Very hungover, bought a newspaper and found my shorts from last night in the machine.
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
I want a nosebag of coke after my exam. Like what horses have. Coked up horses. No excuses. I love you.
I've been ignoring his texts cause last night I put him in my phone as 'ignore for atleast a day' and I trust my drunk self.
Your beautifulness. Funnyness. Sexy hairness. Coolness. Plus you ask google how far wendys is from your house. Will you marry me
im eating mac and cheese with a makeup brush. there is wayyyyy too much wrong with this night.
I just had a flashback to the three of us in the bed and me shouting AM I THE BIGGEST OR LITTLEST SPOON?!
We took vodka shots. You kept saying it was the key to your heart.
He took a girl home at like eight, fucked her, kicked her out, came back to the bar, and repeated the process again at 10:30 and 2:30. THREE GIRLS IN ONE NIGHT. ALL PICKUPS. I HATE HIM.
Right?? Give me some apple scented candles and I'm a fall wet dream
I think I hear the ice cream truck
I could be going crazy though
NO IT IS THE ICE CREAM TRUCK IT'S ALMOST AT YOUR STOP
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