my soul wont recognize me after tonight
First night home from college and I already forgot that walking around nearly naked with my laptop open to smut porn isn't acceptable. Sorry, mom.
I have no idea what happened last night, but you're the only person I remember smashing my face into. Be honored.
She gave 2 thumbs up when Nirvana came on the radio while blowing me in the bathroom
Definitely contact high. Thirty miles an hour listening too i can see clearly now wanting too eat the steering wheel
Dipping doritos in ranch. Why doesn't he love me?
Our cab driver looks like Kim Jong il, and you're missing a fascinating conversation about Katie wanting to be carbon dated.
Also, putting laundry hampers on my head and pretending I'm an astronaut is a good way to get caught in every door frame in the house.
as of this morning I have officially vommed on the highways of 6 different countries. It's a proud moment.
Last night you texted me "tqiirkykbg doe freedom always"... why?
I think I'm at a stage of my life where I subconsciously purposefully fuck everything up just to see if I can find a way out of it.
either he just commented on my nose ring or he's offering me cocaine, I honestly can't tell
Officially spring today. First sighting of loud-ass Steller Jay on the balcony.
Recliner chair sex has moments of worry....just don't.
Bad part of last night: I puked in my hair. Good part of last night: I assembled a posse.
You kept pulling me aside saying "look what I found"
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