we're blogging at a bar
I feel like i got beat with a pillowcase full of tequila shots.
I think throwing up in my her purse is probably why we broke up
at the last minute we also decided to throw an egg in the beer bong. and he drank it, shell and all.
Ye. Looking like it's about to be one of those mythical responsible weekends
I went from naked with lasts nights hookup to Ihop in 6 minutes flat
I think that's a new house record
he stopped talking to me, quit his job, moved out of the province and then told me it was "no big" when I called him apologizing...
Today is National Blunt Day in the Great State of Me. Come ovah
I just wrote my resume on the same park bench I got felt up at in freshman year of highschool... I've truly come full circle
Some nights you just end up digging your mcdouble out of the trash and eating it. it happens.
I'm recovering from the blowjob...She's doing her taxes...
I've come to the conclusion that my issue is I'm not fucking a guy with a headboard
I just found a samari sword in the couch. I'm about to take like 5 shots and pretend to be captain jack sparrow
So here I am, sexting at work.
so does the amount of bruises on my arms and legs mean we had fun last night?
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