I'm not really sure actually. until I fell in love with a boy (which was just a few weeks ago) I thought my attraction to men was purely physical.
so you were gay...and then you realized you were EVEN MORE gay
How drunk are you??
I'm flawless.
No, a stripper letting you buy her dinner is not the same as a girlfriend.
Thanks for making me watch you dance provacatively by yourself in the bathroom so you could see if you looked fat.
either she doesn't know how to dress properly on a sunday morning stroll, or I just saw a 60 year old on a walk of shame
I just had to tell her that no she really doesnt need to sneak pizza from mcmurrays out in a plastic bag for me later
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
I'm impressed you managed to decipher 'annslqllpprebBcncnj' into 'I'm drunk at the Vic, come pick me up and do me on the kitchen table'
its warm now so i can go back to sleeping with guys based on their fuckability rather than how much warmth they generate.
We can just keep having sex until one of us finds someone we actually like
Happy Birthday. May your liver respect you, fat bitches neglect you, hangovers reject you, and AA accept you.
I've learned life lessons in Vegas. Mostly, drugs are cheaper than alcohol.
I don't want my vagina anymore.
His parents came home, and now I'm hiding in a closet; awaiting death at dawn.
You are always hiding in a closet though??
Update: drank half a bottle of Bourbon and texted three ex's. Waiting for the roommates to go to sleep so I can raid the fridge.
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