There was a fist fight in my basement last night at four in the morning, in case you were wondering
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
i live my life in a constant state of hangover.
But sometimes ur dick treats me better than u do
You know you're hung over when your pose in art class is lying face down on the platform
Ok, let's play "if you were a slut" again and try and retrace our steps last night..
Nothing like waking up naked and alone on your floor to remind you that you make life mistakes often.
You started sleep walking, went to my closet, tried to pee on my boots, and when I asked you what you were doing you said "I'm talking to these people about jobs"
I mean I only got hit in the ass with ONE firework
She's running around the streets punching people and narrating. I don't know whether to laugh or stop her
I accidentally left my shirt at my booty calls house. He washed it & hung it up for me in his closet. I can't decide if that's sweet or creepy
There is blood all over my sheets and no discernible source.
tell raye i said hi and sorry for bleeding on the limes
the next morning his mother came in to tell me that she made breakfast. she told me to put my clothes on too. awkward.
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
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