Its about making memories worth repressing
All she said to me last night is that when her eyes roll back, to release my choke hold.
i'm not entirely sure that 'not getting kicked out of the bar until it got dark' really classifies as 'doing better'
Dude Eric's high and buying everyone taquitos. How much room do we have in the freezer?
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
I totally left my shirt at your house. Also I think I high fived your cactus last night
He is nice. Kind of short though. But didn't try to rub his jean cock on me.
Which I appreciated.
The tequila covers up the fact that the choco liquor tastes like sadness.
I was hammered helping a pregnant woman at the gas station name her unborn child. We had to try everything with two different last names because she was waiting on the results of her paternity test.
Figured out why that fly won't leave. It keeps buzzing through my weed smoke
Fly high, Fly.
The ONLY place I sext is in my anatomy class. It's an amped up level of playing doctor.
Also I know you probably did not understand anything I said on the phone last night but thank you for pretending.
I only know one person in my class and that's my dealer.
I need to start journaling my drunk thoughts. Drunk me is fucking brilliant & sober me is missing out.
He spent ten minutes post bj, limp cock still out, in shock repeating 'best blow job ever'. So yes, yelling I am the penis queen out the car window was justified.
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