Mom and Dad are dead. Trust fund
What do you want? Don't say anything that would make me look like a pussy at the store.
He kept asking me to take off my bra and I sat up so he could. He fumbled with it for a few minutes and when I sighed and went to undo it he goes, "Yeah, you got this."
if every girl in minneapolis isn't pregnant when i get back to the cities i will cry
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
I hurt. I blacked out in a onesie. Reevaluation needs to happen.
The bartender gave me a roll of masking tape so I could tape my heels to my feet so I wouldn't lose them when i went drunk running later that night
we are both sitting on my bed desperately refreshing the order tracking page for dominos.
Just found my shirt from Saturday, got an automatic contact buzz.
Woke up in my own bed with a "New Years Eve 2011" bar bracelet on. Both of these things confuse me.
I had my first sober conversation with his roommate. I remembered half way through that the first time we met I was getting fucked on his counter
We're playing fucking games. GAMES. THIS IS BULL SHIT. IM GOING TO THROW UP ON THE BABIES AND LEAVE.
We had him convinced Visine is flammable. He was genuinely freaked out that everyone would know when he was stoned.
It was awful. He had a wife
And now you've had a year of virgin penance. Absolve yourself.
I covered the puke with a shingle there's not many chunks. I think it will blend quickly.
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