Honestly I wish you never came into my life. I know I don't want you. But I keep trying to get you back bc of the memories
I don't see you I see the memories. All the time
we're all still whores. we just have a theme song now.
There's still flour in my hair. And I don't even want to know what the neighbors think happened infront of my house.
I don't care if we have to swim home from the bar, Im not gonna sit home in the dark and read some fucking book
I just used a baby fork as a roach clip. I am totally the cool aunt.
You fucked him. I baby bird fed him whiskey . I feel like we've bonded.
Just to circumvent as much mood-killing as possible, you are allowed a small amount of laughter at my pubic hair. Too much and I revoke your vagina privileges until you can get your shit together.
So, I without a doubt haven't used the bag I'm now carrying since we were dating. Just had to discreetly throw out an unopened magnum in a bus station.
she came into my car to rip lines with our blow dealer as I was writing my essay on anti drug policy, i call it on site research
So i just remembered that thing i use to do with your butt because of shark week.
Just threw up in the trash can at my desk. I guess "beating the hangover" eventually leads to this.
We're gonna start a pole dancing competition or a bar fight. Stand by for results.
sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.
Update: I spent 10 minutes trying to fish out a rogue vagina weight.
he's fucking insane. he's worse than me. is that even possible? I'm only with him because his dick is huge. I need Jesus.
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