Well I think that's a good thing that I'm not full of someone else.
I vaguely remember taking a shit behind the shed before I started puking over the fence. No more Xanax.
All i've done since I got back to my room today is take a three hour nap. Like, I even planned to change my pants and haven't even done that yet.
At one point I went looking for you and found you handcuffed to a chair. I'm pretty sure you handcuffed yourself. I don't know how you got there.
Im wearing all my glow sticks to bed so i know where my arms are at all times.
You started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt."
look in the field by the highway and see if there is a high heel there. Or some Taco Bell bags.
eating on the run again ?
She proposed we share a dildo. Hopefully she was joking.
I vote we get high and sneak off to McDonald's to get mcflurries.
YES. ALL MY YES.
Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
She said to me, without hesitation, "make me an offer better than my sugar daddy and I'll go with you"
Just ate Panda Express. Fortune cookie had no fortune in it. I actually prefer this. Less broken dream potential.
RAAAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRR
THATS ME HOWLING MY ENJOYMENT OF THE THINGS WE CAN DO WHILE GETTING DRUNK
I've decided I will have no shame for the things I don't remember doing.
got the runs at the club last night. wondering when it'll be safe to show my face again.
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