Its about making memories worth repressing
Call it a failed empirical study as to whether drugs would make her more interesting. or at least better in bed.
her parents were awake and in the next room. i think i deserve a big fucking medal for that orgasm.
i offered her breakfast shots. she politely declined.
just had sex on top of a camper looking at the stars, BEAT THAT.
Queso dip and pictures of Daniel's penis. It's like the last days of Rome over here.
Pictures of drunk me in a bike helmet are like McDonald's collectible toys. There's sooo many, but NO ONE has seen all of them.
Went home with a dude from UF last night. Just dripped chicken onto my phone and then licked it off. Going to pick up a bridesmaid dress. Mid 20s in a nutshell.
Last time I checked he was house sitting for his ex while she was out of town with some new dude. He was crying about how the guy told him to stay out of his whiskey while he was gone. That's whipped
It was great. He never spoke.
That's not why it was great, just that's all I remember.
Who put my cat in the fridge?
stupid neighbors doing stupid yard work with their stupid kids when i want to do drugs in the backyard
We stood outside the room listening to them have sex and making meow noises
That's not right, is it?
You mentioned his name and i threw up a little.
ugh my stomach is so upset-- didn't get a chance to take a violent enough hangover shit at work
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