Holy wow, I found all the old poems u wrote me back when we were in looooooooove...just sort of wild to look back on, thought u'd like that
Aren't you glad we're at the point in our relationship where I don't even ask why you're hiding in the cabinet?
Ive yelled into your vagina. There are few lines we haven't crossed at this point.
Me ending up in the fetal position in my shower is becoming far too commonplace. It's like a weekly therapy session
Its official the day you get back into town we are having a going away to jail party for me. My last wish before prison is to shit faced drunk with you, get into a fist fight, and then cuddle up and fall asleep. Just like old times <3
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
I have a weapon and I'm not blacked out. Good as gold
Perhaps if I didn't mortify my parents last night with my drunken obnoxious behavior which resulted in the casualty of an entire decorative bathroom shelf which I completely ripped off the wall and left for dead, I would be more than willing to go day drinking.
I have fuck me eyes 4/5 people agree. It's like doctors or dentists but with ppl who have lots of sex and know these things.
She just sent me a message. It's a poem, about eternal love, that she wrote, about us. Just because I took her home two nights - doesn't mean it's eternal love.
This ice cream is 10x better than the sex I had yesterday
Erin was right. There were bees at the after hours.
Because you hugged a homeless guy, and I paid him 5 bucks to give us our giraffe balloon animal back. That's why.
people keep driving by and judging me for drinking natty outside in my underwear at 9 am. rude.
is it fun? or sober?
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