I almost didn't recognize her with a shirt on.
You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.
i wish we had morning classes together so we can spike our coffee.
These hangoverless Sunday mornings are becoming too regular.
considering how much of last night I don't remember and the amount of ones laying on my desk right now, it's safe to say I'm concerned
he told her to call him "Frog Legs" and she still fucked him and not you.
she was stripping to whiskey lullaby. most depressed boner.
Okay the common myth about putting tampons in you nostrils for a nose bleed is busted. It just starts coming out through your throat.
I hate him and his pretentious your-sleeping-in-the-wet-spot look.
I'm going to go out on a limb and say last night was a success, also the neighbors are counting down the days until we move out.
So I feel like I should have had a going away party for your dick. Complete with balloons and cake. Yeahh that's right. I'm gonna miss it.
I wanted to get all my legit stuff out, but then I decided I didn't trust drunk me with my own things
Good decision.
I decided to do drugs in front of her because if anyone can handle the truth it's a ghost
new low: I blocked him from seeing my snapchat story in hopes he will text me because he'll be afraid I'm dead or something
Just shared a bacon biscuit with my cat.... Life is weird for me right now
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