i think 'regret' was last night's theme. i could taste it in my mouth and woke up next to it.
i totally forgot about the coupon that said i would show him how i pleasure myself.
I'm still reeling over the fact that you beat us all at Risk while you were flat on your ass drunk and falling asleep on South America.
Well you are. Awfully cute even. Like baby bunnies. And tiny, tiny penises. You know.
Btw sorry for throwing that bag of ice at your face lastnight....
Can you explain to me the broken disco ball in my front yard?
You know it was a good weekend when; you leave a bi-lingual letter of apology on top of a stack of cash for hotel housekeeping.
Even jesus won't love me after tonight. I'm going hard.
Im about to get a baby alligator stoned, what are you doing with your life?
I'm sitting here bra-less eating jalepeno candied bacon. You know you want this.
Coming.
She had a belly button piercing in the shape of a cross. Talk about mixed messages.
Take a shit and have a hit. It's the Sunday Funday Rule.
You want to know how I feel? I feel like Cady Heron pushed me in front of a bus last night.
I sent him a topless photo and he complimented my eyes. I'm not sure if I'm offended or pleasantly surprised.
last night is slowly putting itself back together. Its one giant slutty puzzle, all the pieces are covered in tequila and shame.
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