Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
Pants 0. Shit 1.
His ankle bracelet only gets in the way when I'm trying to take off his pants.
according to the woman who took my blood today, i have "party veins"
I can't wait for round whatever # we're on tonight.
As usual, I had to fight him for his car keys. Though this time he made it to the valet garage. All the Hispanic attendants gathered around and watched. Felt like I was in a cock fight.
i told him i was allergic to semen. he pulled out an epipen.
I woke up with a black eye, bruised knuckles, wearing women's clothing, in a house I did not recognize, next to a solid 9. Thank you for making 21 special.
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
The fact that I took a nap during my midterm shows exactly how I handle being an adult
DONT TALK SHIT ABOUT LUNCHABLES
He's hitting it raw. Might as well stick his dick in a vat of SARS at this point.
I broke her handcuffs. I feel like an animal.
I knew deleting his texts was a bad idea and I was right. I just used the last time we talked to help me figure out when I had my last period
I'm not in bed, I'm driving and puking at the same time.... first for everything
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