at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
you just stared at your feet and said some shit about the molecules dancing and how you had just solved physics.
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
Just been one of those weeks where alcohol out weighs friendship
you tried turning the bar into a spelling b competition last night and every time someone couldn't spell something you would make them chug.
we went 3 years between hookups and she got a lot better. Amanda's moving way up the booty call pecking order.
Hes drunk and dancing naked. I can hear his dick smacking his legs from the next room.
They just built a gym in the same parking lot as my favorite bar. Drunk me is gonna be so excited.
I was super naked---except I kept my shoes on, because I'm a lady, and I was bent over a bar.
Our apt smells like hot shit marinated in oregano and cumin. No more taco truck dinner, fuck face. The wall paper is peeling.
We did Irish Car Bombs out of butter trays, the influence of the retired community is astounding- I didn't know people even owned more than one butter tray.
How does one acquire holy water?
You're like a human soul vacuum cleaner.
Your liver needs more exercise - we start training tonight.
I think I should've done my makeup before I took the acid. Because now I just feel silly looking at myself in the mirror
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