i've counted 4 condom wrappers but only 3 condoms. not again.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
And then i made him answer questions about me before i took off my clothes
I'm celebrating tres de junio so if you can help me find some sombreros ill be grateful. Also, today in 1992 Aborigines were granted rights to their land so I might need some boomerangs.
He must be back home now. He moved his box of beer from her porch to ours.
Just ate a whole pizza by myself. Wearing my indian headdress again. its really cool with the french braids. I look like fucking pocahontas or some shit.
Its not college unless your study breaks were to go throw up from blacking out the night before
It sucks laughing and vomiting at the same time, trust me. I kind of remember
we tried to exchange flip flops in the parking lot and fell over then army crawled home
You asked me if I was judging you for being drunk, and if I can hypnotize you make sober.
The album on my phone containing gross pictures to send when boys ask for nudes is now substantially larger than my normal photo album. Because I send one every night
In other news, my ex fuck buddy is a surprisingly good wingman.
I just realized now that I slept with him while he was still wearing the maid costume... I've reached a new level of sexual freakness.
Also: I hate her so much. She's out at hooters, making spelling errors, while I'm literally sitting at a clinic getting std tested. Which of us won the morality award in this break up.
He was a Cher impersonator. They are the draggest of queens
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