I woke up this morning with I hate myself feeling
I do no wrong. I am always right. Right? I forget why I am sending this. It seemed relevant.
so later when i'm crying over him remind me that he once called his penis "senor weeper"
yea and when she crawled to her room she yelled at a bookbag to "get the fuck out my way"
i would have smoked before this dance, how ever i have surgery Monday and I looked up weed and anesthesia and fatalities was mentioned, so i decided that it would be a bad idea
probs a good idea
i like the whole idea of life and being alive
you sure you're not high?
We're going clubbing with matching soccer jerseys on.
What will that accomplish?
It will accomplish clubbing with matching soccer jerseys on.
They sext over her pic comments. Role playing as wolves.
1. Are there men involved 2. Is there food involved 3. Do I have to put pants on 4. Do I have to leave this bed
It's basically the same plan, only step one gets revised to "look hot enough that he forgets I fucked his roommate"
I can't say "baby i'm to high to talk to you" in Starbucks.
Drink. Fuck. Waffle House. Repeat.
Also, what day were you thinkin we should trip balls at the children's museum?
I'm dying of laughter, but I'm also just dying
Send help
I think I should've done my makeup before I took the acid. Because now I just feel silly looking at myself in the mirror
I share a birthday weekend with Easter this year, so that fucking sucks. I hate sharing...and I have to share with fucking Jesus this year.\n
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