we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
I looked up to you, until I saw her walk out of your room.
We just made mixed drinks in the bathroom of burger king. This is sad.
i need a new camera phone. my pictures from last night are as blurry as my memories. and neither tell me why i woke up in an airplane hangar.
I know he gets bloody noses a lot...so that explains all the blood...but I'd say the condoms are definitely from a penis.
But you wanna know what the sadest part is? I had to smoke on the way back home cause my mom would be suspicious if I wasn't high after I was supposedly hanging out with you.
Our idea of a "deep conversation" was successfully forming complete sentences.
Remember me drinking the vodka from in between your legs?
I asked him why he was eating an entire can of refried beans, the only answer I got was "revenge"
I'm pretty sure I just need an IV drip of Plan B at this point...
We have a nice shopping list..vibrators and roller blades
Priorities
Now: to brush my teeth, put on my grandma slippers and earplugs, masturbate to 50 Shades and then PTFO
He wants to make me arch my back "like I'm having an exorcism". Not sure if I'm turned on or freaked out.
Drink. Fuck. Waffle House. Repeat.
it was like reliving my childhood drunk at a bar.
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