I just went through her cupboards. Eye patch and sword. nowhere near each other. different shelfs.
I'm not high anymore, I decide when it's done.
They still haven't come up with a cure for a hangover; good luck cancer.
it's not cheating when I paid for it
Before I left in the morning I deleted her purity ring app off her iPod, I figured it would save her the shame
i walked toward the cop car thinking it was the liquor store lights nd by that time it was too late to escape the trap
After walking in on us in the living room, he still insisted that he slept in my bed with me afterwards.
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
After New Year's Eve I will be hibernating my life away. Only wake me up for skiing, schnapps, and sex. In that order.
I don't know what kind of soup they made, but it smells like condoms.
Im laying on the couch wishing someone was here to pour wine in my mouth. I need an alcohol IV
I'm not entirely sure how getting 'house drunk' turned into us getting trashed, being serenaded by karaoke and going out. But it needs to happen again.
so i ran into nick. i may be more gay than anticipated
So when the drug raid cops tell you, you should get out of the relationship, it probably means its time.
I'm only coming over if you have cocaine or a snickers bar