you sent me 5 happy birthday texts last night. one after the other. spelled differently.
Midnight walks are trippy
I tried to do that earlier, but I was alone and scared, so I stole a happy Birthday balloon.
You put your red cup in a chain link fence and kept telling me you could use it as a telescope
grilled cheese. we just shotgunned grilled cheese.
you know its bad when everytime i put on a shirt i think of who i hooked up with in it
judging by the mobile uploads you added of me last night, we cant keep living this way.
That doesn't help it make any more sense. Because now you've brought pinata condoms into this.
It's a long way off yet but I've started planning my eviction party. Be prepared, it includes jungle juice.
I'm sober enough to question why I have your name as "the wolverine" in my phone.
Look. You've gotta stop making this about you, and make it about my vagina.
Holding a cold bottle of mikes hard lemonade against my pulverized taint....this is my Sunday night
I just had nipple jewelry returned to me in the law library.
Fucking in bar bathrooms doesn't count as "rushing things"
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
I've been trying to fall asleep with ice packs covering my vagina for the last hour... Sorry for being vulgar. I'm going to kill myself.
Randomize
