can't come. weird drunk guy passed out on couch. long story, tell u later.
wtf. wake him up, call him a cab, get over here!
i just want to make sure he doesn't die. or rob me. plus it's facinating, he's faceplant on the arm of my sofa.
I'm sorry for the crack den comment. You have a lovely apartment.
Whatever, you were 10 deep and there was a hot tub. No judgment.
he called to tell me the scratches were still on his back. this was in the summer.. still the best hookup
Day 8 of being sober: Sniffed an empty beer bottle at a restaurent and almost licked it. This is not working
All I know is that it's pretty damn mean to put a glass wall in a bar.
I just had to give myself a pep talk to stop lying on my floor. Literally too hung over to function
I need to get skinnier so that I know when pregnancy scares are real...
The last thing I remembered was laying in the bathtub fully clothed with the shower running while he was picking grilled cheese out of my hair. I couldn't figure out if i was more upset about being soaking wet or the fact that my grilled cheese was in my hair instead of my mouth.
why would you automatically assume i'm high...
you just told me you're eating the powder of a lemonade mix.
you're expensive. Idk about all this. What happened to free make outs?
Sobriety and mild self-respect
figured after she passed out and i threw up in her bed, morning sex would be pushing it.
You were on shrooms and "the trees are crazy green!" is all you could manage.
Honestly I think at this point I purposefully schedule nothing on Sundays anymore so I can spend all day wallowing in my shame.
I kept resisting the urge to yell "2 for 2!" so they could hear me on the other side of the wall.
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