You made me cry and you don't even care
I went to blockbuster, where I always go when I need to soul searching
Despondent, hopeless, I decide on vantage point, because I vaguely resemble matthew fox (let me believe this, please)
It was cheaper to buy then rent, so now I'm stuck w/ a wretched hangover and I own this shit movie
Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
So my earrings and necklace kept jingling and hitting him in the face, and he told me felt like he was fucking a Christmas tree
we couldnt tell if he was gay so we started working glee quotes into the conversation to see if he noticed.
his receeding hairline makes running into him so much less awkward. almost enjoyable actualy
I knew he was a nice guy, because when we switched positions he flipped the mattress so I wouldn't have to lay in a pool of his sweat.
Let's just cut to the chase. I'm not interested in anything romantic but I aAM interested in Tom Petty and maybe getting high and fucking you again for old times sake.
On an unrelated side note: I shall now attempt to crawl to the bathroom. Where I will lay motionless on the cold ceramic bathtub with hot water pouring over my shivering body as I desperately try not to vomit. Good day.
the potatoes in the margarita machine wasn't the breaking point. its when he turned on the stove and put a bunch of bottle rockets on it that i knew the night had prematurely failed
It's all good. The CSI guy came and I played the theme song while he in was in our place. The cops even laughed.
Found out last night that "Everclear" is Spanish for "shit got weird"...
An old lady WILL get vomited on today.
I almost put an adult beverage in my sippy cup for the beach but realized the next step would be rehab.
No the next step is being buzzed at the beach. I would've.
Was so close to hoppin on it but then I realize it's not a dick and I needed to keep walking. Primal instincts.
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