Honestly there's alot of things I'm confused about the only thing I know for certain about last night is that I ate pizza
imagine playing with puppies while we're drunk.
Like... we could film it and put like, "do you believe in magic" as the backround song and it would be complete joy.
the pharmacist hit on me as i picked up my herpes medecine. i think we found a winner.
They just sang me a song about how small my dick is in front of the whole bar
i'm sorry for cheering you on when you were making out with him. i was just celebrating the fact he was decent looking for once
i'll prob lay in bed. its weird not having to track my wallet down, its become such a weekly habit. i suddenly have so much free time
not good my parents heard a big thud and found me passed out in the bathrrom abt an hr ago. hit my head arm and side. dont remember. real talk.
oh, you know. just sitting in my bed high as fuck wearing a windbreaker and watching british tv.
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
Best part of Friday afternoon drinking? Having ping pong balls thrown into my cleavage.
Our first kiss happened while shot gunning a hit from a gravity bong. Its that type of relationship.
Good news, my sex bruises are fading. Bad news, my boobs look like I have a skin disease because of it.
I dunno, there's just something so\ncomforting about having his penis in my mouth.
this potential sugar daddy just sent me a photo of him butt naked in the woods saying he wants to "grow our spirits together." so i think i found us a new drug dealer!
TELL HER ABOUT THE GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING POTATOES
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