I hope God doesn't listen to everybody on a Saturday night.
Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
we sixty- nined on a tennis court.. not even drunk. you say insane. i say creative genius.
Finally buying a camera. Missed out on recording a 3way last night. Hindsight. Ugh.
I was scared that I should know him but I was too busy blacking out to remember
I woke up in my own bed clutching a key to a Ramada in another state.
We have such limited time together he literally sends me text messages that are like "I sent my roommates on an impossible quest, we have 15 minutes." it's that bad.
fuck whipped cream. I'd eat vegetables off those abs
drunk and crying about Shakespeare- how's your night?
Sorry this is the worst night of your life and that you're being a baby about it.
I think I'm actually too depressed to do drugs, wow.
Weddings might be fun but they are not getting fucked in the wilderness fun.
I woke up in my neighbors backyard with glitter on my teeth and sparklers super glued on my bra. which part was your fault?
Just called to hear your voice and talk about pizza.
I JUST NEEDED TO TELL YOU I JUST FUCKED TWO BOYS IN THE SPAN OF LIKE THREE HOURS AND ONE OF THEM WAS MY SISTERS PROM DATE FROM HIGH SCHOOL IM LOWKEY BOTH PROUD AND ASHAMED
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