Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
i've alrwady decidided boys hate me plkease take notyes.
what
nvm
I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
His glasses broke on the way to the bar aNd he ended up talking to this butterface all night. I didn't have the heart to tell him
Yes, you did come over last night. You also tried to give my dog a blowjob. You got rejected.
She started doing push ups and calling me a pussy. Never set me up with your ROTC friends again.
no, literally. he fb chatted me and said "since you're online i figured we could bang tonight?"
We got really high and decided it would be a good idea to wash towels in the dishwasher. I left before I could see the final result.
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
I shame-fucked to Hotel California, don't tell me about priorities.
I just want him to come back from NOLA alive, without an arrest record or stripper glitter on his clothes...
Those seems like unreasonable expectations for a bachelor party honestly...
I asked him if we could hang out sometime when we weren't hammered. He said he'd email me his number... that's when I knew I was going to die alone
im dying and naked and this is what youre living with next year.
The last thing I remember was naked hot tub and taking a shot and using the hot tub water as a chaser. Not acceptable.
Life lesson... stop having side pieces that know each other...ffs.
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