like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
i gave him a hand job with one hand and held the 40 with the other. this is like freshman year all over again.
The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
also, I just found three random bruises on my knee. probably from when I was velcrod to the stairs
Dude I am not desperate enough to pay my dealer in change. Maybe tomorrow.
There's 50 people in our house, none of them are wearing shirts. The keg has been relocated twice and our bathroom door is missing again...when will we ever learn?
He fell on top of me at a party. I slept with him a week later. We've been fucking for 2 moths. Most successful relationship ever.
Grass is always greener, Allison, grass is always greener
The grass is drunker and I'm lying down on it
He made the moves first, we made out...then we folded his laundry.
I told the American that we should start banging in Canada incase I get hurt and have to go to the hospital.. is that rude to say?
Cooked. Eating pizza. Didn't have a napkin so I took my shirt off and I'm using it.
Not sure how my purse ended up in the bushes last night... Or why there was a noodle strainer in the toilet.
Scary. I hope people take me seriously. Maybe I should black out less to be sure
can we fuck so we can live up to our nicknames for eachother?
Ya that dick wasn't worth burning a perfectly good pizza.
You live and learn.
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