Ok I love you more. To infumty and beyong.
Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
she looked me in the eyes and called me a poet because i was singing lady gaga, then she fell over...
we've already established he's totally wasted. but now he's just sitting at his computer, doing i don't know what, and he keeps saying "dammmn girl" in a really low whisper
Breaking personal boundaries is my trademark
She is definitely tripolar. Like bipolar but better/worse.
if your not going to answer your phone this is just going to be an embarrassment tomorrow
Oh shit. There are penis maracas
if i actually get asked out by my dealer what could happen?
i don't know, but it probably involves bathtubs full of weed
On Wednesday I'm putting wine in a water bottle and crashing Margaret thatchers funeral
This is your morning-after text courtesy of your very confused friend!! :) To discuss "what the hell were you trying to tell me last night," press 1. To laugh over your drunken antics, press 2. To pretend like none of it even happened (or to respond with concurrent confusion because you have no idea), press 3.
I don't think my professor is going to remember the Halloween party... or the fact that he made out with a priest.
I just found a To Do list on the table, written by me last night, that just says "1. Go downstairs. 2. Get Pickles. 3. Laptop"
the night was just a blur of sex and pie
Well my mom knows that the welt I had on my forehead last month was the result of a sex accident. This holiday sucks
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