I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
the only thing i have to deal with now is the fact that i'm still wearing spandex shorts from last night
We had to use the stains on Phil's shirt to try to piece together what happened last night.
I feel like im in a tornado of daylight savings, tequila and death
Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human being...
We fucked to techno music while he wore shin guards... best sex ever.
Between my vibrator and my iPhone carpal tunnel is inevitable.
The venue for the new years party is close to the hospital for obvious reasons.
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
I was Jaeger weird. I was rolling on the floor pretending to be an Olympic gymnast and my name was Gina
He told me that his greatest skill was making White Russians.
You said "this is only my eighth drink" with like 6 separate drinks
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
And the next thing I knew I was blowing this random hot italian bartender with an uncircumcised penis in his work closet
Boredom is so much more tolerable when you're stoned off your ass.
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