So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Apparently I did my philosophy paper last night. It's not bad either.
I was under the impression that I sent actual words. turns out it was a series of letters and question marks on a side note we still had sex
I had to call maintenance to come unclog the toilet.
Something to remember me by.
I don't care if the man pisses on teenage girls, he's enchanting.
He was banging holes in the kitchen wall with pots. They tried to pull him away but only managed to pants him. He kept "drumming".
She texted me shhh....im drunk, secret booty call...how could i say no?
may or may not have figured out a way to make my mom a drug mule to bring me ecstasy...
Tequila Tuesday.. tonight is the night I defeat the liquor.
I have class at 8:30 and I am not bailing you out of the drunk tank again.
In all fairness that 65 year old man looked 23 in club lighting so you can fuck right off
Blacked-in to me, shirtless, giving myself finger guns in the mirror and rapping "stacks in the club stacks stacks in the club."
I pour the whiskey from now on
Fun fact: I came home from the riverboat without my panties. And woke up with a different pair on.
I was just seen throwin up on the bookstore building near a trashcan by parents. Naturally I throw a thumbs up and say go college
um care to explain the stolen chinchila under greg's bed..i'd be fine with it if it wasnt chewing up the stash
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