you took out flashcards at the bar and went around asking guys what totalitarianism meant.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
Just did my hair and make up at mcdonalds so we're in the same boat.
Also I spent like 2 hours on the hubble/nasa website sunday night looking at pictures of outer space and cried my face off at how beautiful and complex it is. What's wrong with me?!
Apparently he's taking the slut he cheated on me with on a cruise for her birthday. THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME. TITANTIC STYLE.
I have no idea how I got home or why I am naked but I assume I owe you a thank you...
I tell myself every day I shouldn't be friends with you
You can wear my underwear. It'll be like old times.
Btw if you ever get emails that pretty much contain 'bwahhhhh jatkkvsweuo' it's safe to assume it's me.
I mean, I love her. But not "I'll have a threesome with her." Type of love.
Just saw some dude tumble down the stairs of the bar while leaving...fist pump...and then sprint down the road
Hey super random I have you in my phone as "downtown likes to go fishing girl" haha does that sound like you
I just licked a piece of cheese off my phone screen if that makes you feel any better
He nailed that bed down really well so it won't break again. All I could think while he was nailing it was "challenge accepted".
Thanks for not letting me get involved with a serial killer. That's true friendship
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