so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
is 1am too late, or too early to make bacon?
It's 4th of July all over again, we were chasing with the pool water.
We tried to line dance with everyone but it turned into drunken stumbling and attempting to grind on random frat boys. I feel that this might turn into an every Thursday thing.
I am too hungover to address any of this right now, every time i move it feels like i'm being bitch slapped by the hand of God
fat chick, vomit on the dog, and three unidentifiable pills in my ear. all in the same ear. what the hell happened after the guests showed up?
Moment of the day: as we leave the restaurant, she reaches into my pocket, pulls out her panties, and angrily marches to her car. I felt like a sketchy magician.
You would be so proud at how green we're being. Re-using last night's jello shot containers.. saving the world one step at a time
Plus it's a good way to scope out guys. Have them fight for you, like real males do in nature.
You sent 2 glasses of water to the table next us and told to the waitress they were on you. I repeat: water
Then again I went over his house after not hanging out since kindergarten and tried to fuck him so maybe I'm partially to blame here
That's why i need nudes. Plutonic nudes.
Fuck I think I want to but I don't think I should. Caught between should and wanting.
just follow your vagina
Quote of the day.
Everyone has seen your nipples. It's like asking if they ever walked on grass. You need better hangover questions.
Have you actually looked at the corn flakes box? I don't think the rooster has a soul.
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