I went out, and slept with my sunglasses on
I need to stop hooking up with boys in my major. three boys in one class is just a litttle too awkward.
when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
On ecstasy, in Ikea. this is incredible.
a girl just walked by me crying on the phone saying, "all I ever do is menstruate"
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
Fell in the ditch running from the pizza guy I stole the pizza from. If you are still at my house come find me, pretty sure I need stitches.
Bro, did you watch that scooby doo porn I sent to you?
You rolled around on the floor, yelled about being a "half-zombie" and bit that guy on the leg who was hitting on me.
In light of your oncoming completion of twenty-three years of personhood, I feel a pressing need to blast country-pop phenomenon Taylor Swift's hit single "22" in your general direction until midnight.
it's ok, no one ever died fom being sticky.
i've gotta research that and get back to you.
Moral of the story: next time my plans include you and bourbon, I'm packing a toothbrush.
I'm a girl who met my last three bfs in gay clubs. Think I'm doing something wrong?
LISTEN TO ME! DONDE ESTA LA FUCKING VICODIN!
New life goal: Sex in a parking lot surrounded by a circle of fire.
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