Just showed mom and dad the pics from San Francisco, while i played the Full House theme song in the background.
An open call to all exes! i have a drunk text policy that requires i delete any and all texts after drink 3, however i have reason to believe i have done something stupid. if i have texted you that "I love you", "miss you" and/or conveyed any interest in getting back together with you in the last 24 hours i was belligerent and lying. That is all.
Can we do a version of last night where I actually remember shit?
There are so many things that would come back to haunt me if I ran for President someday.
like that video of you mad stoned vomiting in the bdubs parking lot after going to a pizza buffet screaming how you needed to make room for froyo
Wat
I'd say things got weird when I started doing lines of molly in the box.
The family next to you was not pleased
the amount of times i have been intoxicated, barefoot, and in a robe at 3 am at the quick check by your house is impressive, especially since i live an hour away
I have no inclination to even want to think about what God's existential meltdown is going to be like. O.o
I would reevaluate a bf who is happy with other guys doing me.
I WANT BLOOD. HERS. I WILL DYE A FABULOUS PAIR OF SUEDE PUMPS RED WITH HER BLOOD.
Interesting, I was always told to run away from crazy, but you seem to think we should run towards them dick first.
Also, we can't be seen together looking suspicious or sexually satisfied
The shrooms were awesome. Everyone's bones in their face looked so beautiful! Everyone had great face structures.
You seem like the type to go to a craft sale baked out of your mind. I like you.
I love when Facebook suggests people I may know. Well, yeah, I know him. He's my drug dealer. Pretty sure I want to keep that relationship strictly professional.
i love discovering the tokens of our drunkenness from the night before. it's like easter egg hunting. today: smashed pizza rolls in the sink.
Randomize
