I asked him if he wanted to go to my place, he said i could go but he was gonna stay
standing in line at subway, they've got 'stand up and get crunk' blaring. the lines out the door and everyone is dancing. Lombardi Gras rules.
I'm like cupid
You're a whore with a bow and arrow
He just went up to bed, still drunk from last night, carrying a pear, a pipe, and an unopened bottle of wine. I think he'll be fine.
he left me a note this morning. it said "thank you for letting me touch you"
you know it's time to start studying when you've procrastinated to the point where you're reading your roommate's ex-boyfriend's wall posts from 2006.
You're fine
I'm hiding in my chest because my walls smell weird. I'm not fine.
Last time I sleep with a guy with a penchant to fragrance his dick. Every time I sit to pee, I get a whiff of Axe body spray.
Why is there a water bottle full of red wine on my desk this morning?
See you tonight.
It's fucking New Year's. I can be soberish in 2013 after tonight. It's like the 30 years of grey area between Jesus' birth and death.
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
I'm gunna send you baby bottles of vodka for those nights when you just give up
I think I'm pregnant again.
or as we call it, thursday.
I miss you.
Yeah, I don't want to have sex.
It's magical, I'm just dancing. It's like prom but by myself and with less clothes.
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