im over her. I got weed and youtube. everything i could ever ask for.
I'm at the cafe. It's 7am. There is a girl I don't know on my futon who tried to tickle me this morning when I got down from my loft. I also not wearing any underwear.
i stalked him back to the creation of his facebook in november 2008. that bad.
I just found her phone in the quesadilla maker...
I know i should have focused more on what you were saying in the text rather than the fact you spelt "suicidal" wrong
If we break up, I want weekend visitations with your penis.
He sent me an email apologizing for sleeping with her...and by that I mean he sent a picture of his dick to my school e-mail
she asked how her costume looked and all i could say was bars are dark right?
there is a guy passed out on top of me and i don't know what to do. help if you're awake? was anyone anyone expecting someone? maybe he found the wrong room?
Whiskey and an unstable home life is apparently the fountain that 20-something boys like to drink from.
Our first order of business as new roommates was to test the sex acoustics of our rooms. I need a new box spring.
I'm not sorry for loving America more than everyone else
I let him use my phone and now I keep getting gay cruise ads, I guess he forgot to mention something.
Tempted to tell the Titos promoters at this bar that they are doing the lords work.
There will be bowls smoken and not a single fuck will be given.
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