Holy wow, I found all the old poems u wrote me back when we were in looooooooove...just sort of wild to look back on, thought u'd like that
it was worse than that time i tried giving evan head 4 days post nose job.
it was beautiful and magic like when a hot girl grabs her own tits and smiles at you
In retrospect - making it rain salt all over our kitchen was not one of my best ideas.
The Ukrainian kid just told me that our econ professor wants to bone me. Please tell me that phrase means something different in Eastern Europe.
he climbed up to our party on the 2nd floor balcony and then pulled a glass mug and a beer from his knapsack. these freshmen are intense
Def drinking wine from a 4 liter jug at 11 am. If i call you in 20 years talking about 12 steps, please trace is back to this moment.
I'm calling into work tomorrow for day drinking and kitten shopping. Totally legitimate.
You slammed your face into the toilet and declared you were moving your bed into the bathroom in the morning. Also, you insisted on crawling everywhere because feet are "overrated."
There something about a girl that pirates lemonade off a restaurant fountain as a mixer that I find intriguing.
Im wearing a bra. Made of paint.
We're exchanging our favorite porn sites at 9 am. I think this brings our relationship to a whole new level
if he ever tells me he loves me when we are sober, i am a goner. just fyi.
I was giving you head in the kitchen, and when I looked up you were eating a quesadilla.
Right before he dumped me... he got a really ugly pair of pants. They were twill pants. A pinkish color. When I'm sad... I picture him in them. It makes me smile.
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