he called me a worthless slut and then went 2 the bathroom 2 pee on the floor before leavin. but he was really hot and he left his jacket, should i call him?
She went off on a twilight/new moon tangent before we even got back to my room. i had to jump the ship and pretended to pass out on the sidewalk.
I no longer question where these bruises come from... between the strip pole in the living room, the slipnslide in the hallway and our constant level of intoxication I will always be bruised...
yeah...i noticed he pets people when he's drunk. It's odd.
for future reference: playing drunken strip-twister is a euphemism for a threesome. just thought you should know.
your mom just called me and asked me why i'm not in jail with you right now.
In all seriousness, if tomorrow night becomes a heated game of Which Ex Gets To Take The Plastered Birthday Girl Home, I'm going to bow out with my integrity intact.
It's a self-perpetuating puke chain.
She told me about it right after. She said she was scared I would be disappointed. And I was, but I pretended not to be. Which pretty much sums up our relationship.
Sorry, I am not your wing girl tonight,. in my pjs, eating cereal from the box. Hell I only shaved the inside of my legs just so they wouldn't itch. Not happening.
I last recall trying to play piano and asking justin for drugs. I would like to think I then gracefully laid down on the couch and shut my eyes like a sleeping kitten.
man my uterus needs to drop the egg or GTFO, BUUUSHIT
I don't know which I need first...a shower or a confessional.
The last thing I remember is goading each other into a vodka-chugging competition.
Foreplay went from me being a bank teller and him a customer to us actually having to go to the bank so we would make rent
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