before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
WTF why am I in the Atlanta airport?
she had the hairiest bush ive ever seen. it looked like a spoiled head of lettuce.
You've picked up chicks by quoting metal bands
When they're drunk they believe it's Shakespeare...enjoy the simple things
I bruise way too easily for the kind of rough sex I want...
Just now remembered singing Trashy Women at the reception. Not karaoke, just sang along with the mic I stole from the DJ. All while still in my dress drinking champagne from the bottle
I had this image of some guy in a taco truck down by the IMA accosting you for a peep show.
I am lonely and I want to touch your beard
There where 3 half naked girls passed out on the pool table, I crawled under it and just as I was about to go to sleep some guy walks up and says: "dude nice spot" walks away and comes back with a pillow.
Passing out is my livers way of protecting my mind.
Idk. The last coherent text said something about $25 & dimes. And then...it's just letters...
When she asked why I felt bad I said that it may have had something to do with the gin and cold pizza I had for breakfast.... And then I reflected on what my life has become.
I'll be thirty in eight months. I think my goal is too stop changing my pants in the parking lot at work by then.
I want Walter White to make me a bologna sandwich while I'm chained to a support
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