As we walked into his room, he said welcome to the hurt locker. I should have left, but I love that movie.
Day 8 of being sober: Sniffed an empty beer bottle at a restaurent and almost licked it. This is not working
You coming bye my yot got egg sweet carilne vodklaa
He did the "not my house dance." Apparently it involves spreading cereal on the floor and then grinding into the carpet in bare feet while singing "not my house" over and over and dancing.
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
When I blacked in, I was crying to my father at the swim-up bar that "I was going to win an Oscar." how do you THINK Mexico was?
I was just crying my tits off and he was just sitting there listening. I was an open book of embarrassing life stories.
Wine is not your friend.
Its funny that for once I get home and I'm just as high as my parents are.
U touched your head and and said "oh look blood" and then looked at me and touched my face... And said war paint
like are we talking 'quick beer' bad or 'break out the real vodka' bad
Amnesty Wednesday? I'm free to do dirty things to you and you can't laugh or judge?
Bored of what? I stayed up all night researching sex toys because I'm excited to do things with you that I haven't done in 29 years of having a body.
His roommates are gone so we had sex in every room of the house and watched the wire. What have you done today?
Just had a flashback of scottish man yellin' at my face. What the fuck I did?
Hypothetically, I throw a party and my ex-boyfriend and my current fuck buddy are in the same house... what should I do?
How many beds are in the house? Hypothetically...
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