3:12 am: but i thought i was coming over tonight, don't fall asleep i wore new underwear
What a fucking waste of an outfit
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
i just realized i have an entire drawer dedicated to the clothes of guys ive shacked with...
he's drinking at 8 in the morning. it's going to be one of those "or else the terrorists have won" kinda days
I was more concerned about the amount of mcdonalds fries on the floor around me than i was with my lack of clothes.
pretty sure if my vagina had a mouth, it would have been smiling afterwards.
it wasnt even considered partying. it was like "ok, who can get the most shitfaced and not pass out"
I just got a reminder alert on my phone for an event I titled "Bradley getting stupid high with me in bed." I assume we planned this during the party. I'm down if you are.
Did i tell you that he's legal and i got his number? Because he's legal and i got his number. THIS BITCH AIN'T GOING TO JAIL YET
There's a lady lying down on the sidewalk in front of our building smoking a cig
Still not over the fact that we prayed to Jesus to help us win beer pong
I'm fucking blazing boy. 5hr weed sauce kicked in and my entire face feels like an 8ball of gold bond flying down a mountain of Fresh powder. Just gliding.
Did you really just reference your penis in a pep talk? I think I may love you more now.
Like either my tits got bigger or I've succumbed to Trumps tiny hand syndrome
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