we're blogging at a bar
sarcasm needs its own font
Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
Correct me if I'm wrong here... but did we serenade each others breasts to "winds of change" last night?
Just checked my recent transactions online. Between the hours of 1 and 3am on September 30th, I went to 7/11 4 times. Unacceptable.
I'm love that we're talking about a possible 3rd 3some, and that you're going to be a dad.
I thought monday through wednesday was a YOLO free zone.
I'm approaching homosexuality at an increasingly alarming rate with each break up.
I woke up to 76 pages of e's, r's, d's, and f's from when I fell asleep for 3 hours on my laptop keyboard trying to write that paper.
Blah blah blah. Just come home and put a baby in me.
2013: the year of legs covered in hair and pregnancy scares.
You kept ranting how Captain Planet is getting shortchanged in the superhero department. Other than that you kept it together
after what u told me last night I think we're past the wtf zone and at this point u should just join me in wondering if my barista lover is a gay porn star
Hung out near hay bales in sweaters then she gave me a pumpkin spice pop rocks bj. That was so freakin' seasonal.
The only thing he told me before he passed out was that he is from Buffalo and I'm a bitch.
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