i threw up in his kitchen sink and then used a measuring cup to drink water because i couldn't find a clean glass. i just threw up down the stairs. it's gonna be a long walk home.
stop changing my ringtone to people fucking, it looks bad at work
I replied to the university automated mass text about the armed robbery at the on-campus Starbucks with a sad face. Basically sums up my night.
I'm making a conscious effort to limit my spending at the bars...i wrote "FOR CAB ONLY" on a $20 last night
I'm so ready for finals. She finally agreed to skypesex me from spain so now i'm up until 4am studying every morning waiting for her to get online
how many days can you live off of Vicodin and frosty?? im going on 4 days......
we tried to pick out bridesmaid dresses with pockets so we could sneak flasks in with us. what the fuck is the point of a dry wedding?
You kept showing the cop the bruises on the bottoms of your feet and claiming you were a medical mystery.
You slid down the bannister into a split. Lines were crossed.
Imagine getting smashed in the dick by a basketball. A basketball made of metal. With spikes. That's pretty much what his dick looked like.
I guess I just stopped wanting to rip his balls out and started being okay with him being alive. that's a typical feeling for exes right?
we were looking for paper towels to wrap his hand and i yanked a drawer out of the cabinet, it was fun so we just kept doing it. things escalated and long story short, he isn't gettin his security deposit back
This is like 50 shades on steroids but with healthy relationship models and mutual respect among all parties involved and lesbian activity.
Explain to me again why I'm doing the walk of shame if we fucked at my house?
Goal: finish my bio assignment before the Xanax kicks in.
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