Going to bed naked. Too bad I am all alone. Need to make some changes. Either sleep with clothes or with you
i love how people use prayer to talk shit about eachother in a 'holy' manner.
Im watching someone hooking up in the library
procrastination at its finest
let me put this in terms we both understand. he was the crunchwrap supreme of men--the perfect combo of all things manly, gooey and delicious. and ready for instant enjoyment.
debating whether or not to save the package from my first plan b pill. it would be a nice addition to any baby book.
So last week was the 4th time a girl cried after sex. I'm seriously doing something wrong
Ok, Jen and I are going out tonight and getting rowdy. I think you and Steph need to come. I understand if you can't, but not going out means you're automatically obligated to post bail. If necessary.
got high to the hills theme song. FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. no regrets.
I want to play lord of the rings tonight. And by that I mean get really drunk, potentially lost, and go trekking through the woods or climbing shit. I want all of you there. You are the fellowship. This is a mass text. I am insanely high.
I haven't been motivated enough for a shirt. And only half the day was bra-worthy.
Well she got high, deleted the essay she was working on, and then ordered dominos. We all manage stress in different ways.
I love 4am trips to the ER. I feel so responsible for actually making it all the way here.
I'm straight up riding in the back of my truck in a bean bag chair right now. Feet propped up and four loko in hand. Glorious.
Chasing down vodka with apple juice and crying. Alone.
So apparently I tried texting you last night to tell you I wasn't coming home, but all I had typed were lyrics from Evita
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