before i die, we are going to oregon and playing oregon trails for real. like putting things in a hat & people will pull out whether they live or die. and they die of fun things like typhoid, dysentary, or hunting accident.
I am midnight drunk by noon
but what if he tries to talk dirty to me with the lisp?
i have one hour to talk myself into enjoying giving him a blow job when i get home
whenever I think of his sister, I just picture a chick with a huge beard
Just so everyone's clear, it was already on fire when I got there.
Sounds good! I plan on writing a book entitled: I've Probably Done Cocaine In Your Bathroom. A tell-all by Lauren.
Nah I'm perfectly content solely banging the married bartender once a week.
That's practically a relationship for you
im just laying here pukin in my mouth and swallowing it 'cause im WAY too lazy to actually get up and find a place to vomit. this is my life now.
It's official, I need to start putting my vagina's needs before my own.
I don't know at which point last night turned terribly, terribly wrong, but it was somewhere around Motel 6, specifically the parking lot.
He needs a high five right to the fucking mouth. With a chair. Or an atomic bomb.
Yea i think drunk-me kept all my bar receipts, just to throw it in sober-me's face.
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
he woke me up with all the stuff I had at his house in boxes i had to unwrap my own belongings and he said. Happy v-day its time to see ya day! Worst day ever
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