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dude i'm sitting right next to you.. stop texting me
The whole way homeyou were flapping your arms up and down, and when I asked why you said you were trying to tell Tony Danza about the angels.
It's my fault I'm alone. My closest relationship is with my blackberry....thank god it vibrates.
since i spend so many of my nights sleeping on the bathroom floor i think im going to remove all toiletries from under my sink and replace them with a pillow and blanket.
He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
I passed out and woke up with my pockets full of Lucky Charms cereal and chocolate coins. Another successful St Pattys Day.
what kind of dress can i wear to my high school reunion that says "even though i'm more successful than all of you i'm still up for sex"?
What would you have done with a 40 foot neon parrot anyway?
I just found a bottle of gin in my vegetable crisper. Party is back on.
I don't even want to talk about it, I'm traumatized. Even the dog knew to take advantage of the most intoxicated girl at the party...
grown man stumbling drunk down green street wearing nothing but a hot dog costume and crying. its not even noon yet.
I just masturbated to the audio from my psych lecture . . . this screwing my prof fantasy is getting serious.
Quite frankly, I consider the fact that I'm NOT pregnant one of my greatest achievements and I'd like to chronicle that ongoing success. I'm going to post pictures of me at "0 weeks" once a week.
I'm going to make out with someone. I'm on a mission. I don't even care if I'm wearing beer goggles. As long as he's not shorter than me, gay, or a woman.
He looked at me like he knew me, and I looked at him like I had seen his penis before.
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