Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
Alex, there's no such thing as a fancy sex store.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
My entire life is one complicated drinking game
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i wish i could just hire someone to go down on me every night until i fall asleep
Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
[insert really romantic bullshit about how much i love you and how beautiful you are so you will suck my dick tonight]
Hey do you have any hot friends that would settle for less?
Pretty good. They took the stitches out but it still hurts like a bitch. The doctor says I should be off crutches by next week.
Well, that's good. Let's hope drunk you doesn't sabotage you.
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I reek of vagina.. My cab driver commented.
I love this text stream: discussing the development of a business model centered around cooking acid to bankroll a yacht trip in Croatia
I got so drunk last night I took a ice bath with my mother in law
My hangover headache is somewhere in the Harry Potter scar neighborhood. I can now empathize with that poor bastard.
I used your vibrator when you were out of town. Now I know why you always come out of your room smiling.
I wrote myself a note last night telling me to tell you that you're the best person ever, and asking you not to tell me what I did, I think I'm trusting my drunk judgment on that one.
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