so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together.
I can handle NPR. I speak hippie. I took it in college.
Note to self: when drunk try to remember that ctrl, alt and dance doesnt exist on a keyboard.
I have to verbally tell you. He looks good on paper...but he totally fails in person. Like communism.
I didn't take her seriously until she snorted that ramen noodle flavor packet...
well... just scaled a wall and entered the bar through the balcony. just making some last minute memories nbd.
Remind me in the future that chugging dog codeine is not the best idea.
All I've succeeded in doing since I saw you is drool on my shoulder
There a special place in hell for drunk criers. A special FUCKING PLACE
you just cant say you love him and then say you want to fuck your boss
he didn't stitch me up last time. in fact, he yelled at me for bleeding.
I do not mind being torn from the first touches of sleep to see a man who looks like that
The night is not complete until I am drnk and speaking to inanimate objects
Got my client divorced finally. He was even awarded the cat ashes. Yep I went to law school for this.
I need to hurry up and get over my feelings for him so next year's tipsy reunion sex won't be clouded by emotions.
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