i watch way too much csi for them to even pretend to be my friend.
cruising supermarkets, asking random people where i can get weed. fuck alaska
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
all i remember was you yelling "look at my little feet" at everyone on the way home from the bar.
well apperantly i passed out on the stairs shouting "victory".
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
I threw up in a mitten on my drive home. Wow.
Dude. I tried to hide my drunk wounds from my parents. Response: "we were young once" and "oh god, did I raise a drunk?"
You are beyond drunk wounds. You have drunk battle scars. A true veteran of the sidewalk
What if everything solid was made of oreos and everything liquid was wine
I just got chills
You know what I realized today? That my biggest regret of freshman year was ditching you and that foam party to have a one night stand with a skinny jean wearing vocal major.
I am concerned for your priorities but also really flattered. Flattery wins
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I was going to text you that earlier, but I felt like before 10 was probably to early to bring up boners
This may be the alcohol talking, but I'm pretty sure I know Spanish now
Thanks for reminding me of all the hookups my brain has been trying to suppress...
That's what friends are foooooooor!
I'll do whatever I want when I'm 80.
If you are still alive at 80 I demand a medical explanation.
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