dear santa what can i do with your candy cane?
i stalked him back to the creation of his facebook in november 2008. that bad.
so how was last night?
got high and had our usual talk about the definition of cole slaw. then tried to call the ramen noodle company and convince them why my face should be on thier packages.
To say the least, now you know you're a proper lady, passing a field sobriety test in heels...
Apple trackpads and semen don't mix. On the way to the Apple Store.
It's great having no responsibilities. In normal life I would be freaking the fuck out right about now. But the only worry I have from last night is where i got this shower caddy full of cookies. God I love college.
Oh you know, sitting here in my bathing suit watching antiques road show and petting the cat. Just the usual
we played a my little pint drinking game. It was awesome.
Obviously he considers you not fucking him as fucking up. Thus making him fuck up. Based on this I believe he should be disqualified from the race to your vagina.
Everyone is now just referring to it as "the night Hannah couldn't get laid" so needless to say you didn't miss much
The last thing I remember about last night was guzzling white zinfandel out of the box and eating cheese. And I was thinking OH YOU FANCY HUHHH
I mean I'd assume the strange looks are on account of the fact that I'd imagine people normally don't stink of booze on an 8:14am flight.
The only thing i ask you for is vegan food and sex.
You wanna explain to me why there is a banana shoved down my pants?
please come back. it's turned into strip rock paper scissors
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