we had that weird still in bed morning after conversation. Her dad is the vp of my company.
Just saw two guys having a lawn mower race, and their girlfriends cheering them on. Get me out of Tehachapi,
...there is blood under my fingernails.
...I hope my roomates are okay.
no where in the syllabus does it say "no alcoholic beverages allowed".
the last thing i remember is inserting the sippy stray into the jack daniel's.
We fucked on top of all of our English papers in celebration of the semester ending.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
think of it as grooming, as if he is my Kate Middleton and I'm grooming him to be a presentable princess
The length of my leg hair is a constant reminder of how long it's been since I even thought I had a chance of getting laid.
That's what tomorrow is for. It's like bloodletting. Except with shame and liquor.
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
He was supposed to visit me tonight but he decided to stop in Tacoma so now I'm sitting on my bed naked eating oranges and candy corn while I watch Parks and Rec.
Now I have to hook up with him tomorrow DURING THE DAY.
4 days in college, 3 frat parties. I haven't been this drunk since the unspeakable Jäger bomb incident in Sweden.
I got back from work this morning after working the night shift to find an NFL player scaling the side of our apartment...from your window. He just took sneaking out to all new level. Care to explain?
I think that about sums it up, actually.
His face matches his life choices. Both are train wrecks.
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