4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
i'm returning your mother's day gift to finance my alcoholism over the next week.
My birthing hips are way to big to be around all these juveniles.
fuck your aforementioned shoe
I'm passing your future prison.
If i had 4 hands right now is have booze in 3 of them and my cock in the other all because you went to denver. just sayin.
Guess who has got hockey tickets for tonight? Only cost me road head going to and coming from the game
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
We were walking up the stairs and I asked Dominick what floor the party was on. The cop who had just tried breaking it up was walking down the stairs, drinking a slurpee, and answered, "Third floor."
In other news, I'm pretty sure my mom was encouraging me to have a threesome yesterday... I don't even want to start digging in that garden of horror and trauma.
But wait then while giving his drive thru order he goes in mid sentence, "Hey baby it's Travis remember me?"
I fucked him on my yoga mat. Then we wake and baked and ate granola. So yes, you could say I found my center.
I mean, drunk me really liked him, maybe sober me will too. Who am I to deny fate?
She pulled out a water gun filled with vodka and called it her weapon of choice tonight. She's fine.
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