I'm sorry for everything. i woke up with two citations stapled to my shirt.
Why don't I have your new number? And who have I been texting?
He's on drugs...like drugs for horses.
Eating alone in the dark with one candle. This is sorta sad.
Apparently i was peeing on things and marking my territory. I broke their light socket too. Needless to say im banned from their apartment.
I almost puked on my graduation application. perfect.
don't get you morals all over my torrid fantasties
if i actually get asked out by my dealer what could happen?
i don't know, but it probably involves bathtubs full of weed
Not even official and he's cleaned my puke twice. His hotdog skills are an added bonus. I've got a keeper
My concern for you and peanut butter is the reason I am still awake.
he called me his ex's name during sex then proceeded to cry while still in me
You were lost on foot. Texted us and told us that N*Sync couldn't save you, and then you "met Jesus" in your car.
He has a syndrome called asshole. And it flares up 24/7.
How's work going?
Boring. I have a cat on a leash right now
ugh my stomach is so upset-- didn't get a chance to take a violent enough hangover shit at work
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