whatever. i fb stalked him and his pic comments are witty. so i'm going for it.
Its really not funny anymore. I need to stop shaving while i'm drunk
we can't become the bulimic house in the complex dude. Besides, you need teeth for your career.
The little things make me happy. Little dicks do not.
I don't drink during the week.... well, except for Bailey's Tuesdays, which I have to start implementing further.
We're sitting in his room writing songs about America. There's a verse about a dead dog. There's tequila everywhere.
Well if he truly loves me he will just have to accept my flaws. And that includes a tequila dependency and borderline lesbianism.
until he told me my vag was like a juicy apple and he loved eating it, yes, i really did think we were both sober.
so gross sitting on a warm chair at a restaurant..you just know a fat person was sitting there shoveling food into their face for hours.
I decided I was tough enough to wax my bikini area myself. Long story short, I'll be drunk when you get home
Yet he continued to eat cereal out of the glove compartment in my car.
I just woke up ass naked on top of all my sheets, with no blinds in my room because i used them as togas, my back is killing me, im covered in sharpie, i have no memory of last night, and im pretty sure im still drunk. I consider the night a success
I last recall trying to play piano and asking justin for drugs. I would like to think I then gracefully laid down on the couch and shut my eyes like a sleeping kitten.
Listen all we did was not even pretend we aren’t each other’s type and live together and constantly encourage each other to get laid for 6 months.
Idk how it devolved into us fucking.
I'm in the recliner and i have a bottle of wine wedged in my cleavage, drinking from a straw. Clever and classy or pathetic and sloppy?
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