Dipping chips in queso and thinking of your beautiful face
I realized tonight the smell of my dirty pads remind me of my grandfather.
You were screaming at a bartender last night for not referring to you as god.
and apparently I tried to pay for beer with a tampon.
i think i should save myself the $200 for a prom dress. i mean why bother. its just going to be covered in vodka/jizz/and puke by the end of the night.
lets be honest. she's not NEARLY as much fun to fb creep since she got out of rehab...
Can we end it on a good note at least? Can we fuck and then never talk again?
If I'm going to start compromising my butthole it's going to be for much better drugs than a ventolin
And if I could both stabilize myself *and* pick things up with my penis... Well, I wouldn't be on the fire dept...
She put a shot in my mouth and then hit me with a pillow..
my bed is a shrine, and I am its goddess.
I have to make calls today at work. So I'm gonna call your phone and leave some random messages. Just delete them.
I want you to remember that you started masturbating in front of a car full of people. That drunk.
Also: that bruise on my leg where you left like 3 sets of teeth marks keeps getting run into the corners of desks and shit. And I can't even complain to anyone at work
Step 1 was make out with him. so now we just need to come up with step 2.
God... We're terrible. I'm so proud of us.
I know! It makes me feel all warm inside. Or maybe that's just me getting closer to hell.
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