4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
it felt great physically, but AWFUL morally.
Dear tim. Christina farted and it smells like kid roses.
I think my hot accountant is wearing banana republic. I miss the days when that ='ed gay. Signals are so confusing now.
we sixty- nined on a tennis court.. not even drunk. you say insane. i say creative genius.
Does the phrase 'traumatizing near-threesome' mean anything to you.
You're the only true friend I have, if true friendship is based off who would be there for me at 4am during a boxed wine crisis.
We got hammered last night and I woke up this morning with texts from 'iron maiden chick.' wtf?
I just watched two grown men tickle-fight. Just glorious. No words.
Pagan metal show. There is a folk dance happening in the mosh pit. Also, I have no idea where we are.
When you are 21 it's acceptable to run out of the tavern and puke all over the bike rack... when you are 35 it's called alcoholism.
There's nothing quite like having a little 8 year old boy hand me a Bible on campus while I'm on my way to the health center because of my recent slutty tendencies.
I'm so bored I talked to the Bible guys for 30 minutes.
I offered them beer last time they came here bahaha
I CLEANED MY BATHROOM FOR YOU!! betrayal
He asked me if I want to play Uber Driver, is this some new sex game or is he drunk and asking for a ride home?