Just remembered throwing your phone at your face in a half-drunk stupor the other morning when your alarm went off. Thought I should apologize.
i'm using a wine bottle as a spitter. how classy is that.
This adderall has me convinced I'm an Econ major.
I found out his name. Apparently we sat in the shower together and flooded the bathroom.
That boy needs some memories to take back home with him
I feel like I deserve an award for facing my fear of penises in my face.
am i new drunk or am i still drunk
So baked. About to eat a calzone then hate fuck this guy.
THAT'S MY GIRL
We cuddled after till the morning. Then he woke up sober... and straight.
so go get some goddamn bacon and lay in his bed naked. he'll love it.
Sometimes intelligent conversation doesn't mix well with a romantic interest. It's possible the two are best kept separate. Toys should just stay in the toy box.
Well, personally I like to keep my blackmail in well organised folders.
Unless your name is actually "Ticfj" like my phone says, I have no idea who you are...
Fuck you, i'm all jacked up on bananas lets go somewhere
Sharted again. Stuck in traffic. Fuck
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