Why are you at a bar in Connecticut?
Long story. One that now involves lots of delicious chicken wings om nom nom
my bed looks and feels like i need to buy plan b.
I just found your credit card inside the bag of chips
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
How much time is enough between masturbating and watching little bear?
I knew it was time to leave Waffle House when you started singing "What's Your Fantasy" to your hash browns.
..But I'm still alive. And thats the main thing
Im tired as fuck but i cant leave him here like this i gave him the acid and i feel the responsibillity to put his mind back together its fun im an architect about to about to construct a whole new belief and moral system inside this soul. Talk about the best psychothearpy
The last thing I remember is sitting in a chair and him hand feeding me bell peppers
YOU WOULD BE SEEING ME. IN MY KITCHEN. BENDING OVER MY OVEN. MAKING YOU CAKE.
Wait, that's an option?
Note to self: don't practice nerdy white girl dance choreography in the company bathrooms no matter how nice the huge mirrors and lighting are.
I just literally had a dance party in my closet. I've never been this blazed.
I don't go out. I live in my room watching Bridget Jones and thanking my vibrator for existing.
This bar smells like your ball sack. In a weird way I miss you.
With great boredom comes great irresponsibility.
Please tell me you're not on their roof again..
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