I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
you busted in the room, ripped the covers off of us, ... and fist pumped
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
his Mom's staying with him so he asked if I'd go over and fuck in his shed. he said "it's a really nice shed"
We have a guy passed out in the bathroom with one of our pots. Not sure if he's your friend so I let him be
you called your neighbor "slutsauce" then passed out on the stairway. not even sure why, but props to you.
AND BY FEELINGS I MEAN VODKA
Bathtub guy came to. He helped me roll the fat chick away from the fridge. Shower and breakfast are on. You're plan failed!
First you say "it can't get any worse" and the next thing you know you've shat yourself on Christmas Eve.
I wanted to make fun of someone saying that to an untrained ear, skrillex is blah blah blah. But it was too soon after they said it. And now I can't find it. These are real problems.
I'm beginning to worry that I seem to get along best with people when I'm naked with them.
Just caught myself trying to make grilled cheese with the stove off. I think my dad knows I'm high.
The ride home was alright, we hooked up in the street next to his car after he smashed into the guard rail
Drunk me started making nachos apparently but never got to the part with the cheese. There are chips everywhere
Keep in mind this was 2012... YOLO was a very new concept.
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