um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
I dont think problem is the right word. Problems arent something you enjoy. Life would be too boring without gambling.
Trying to find something to do here is like trying to find a vegan resturant in alabama.
btw, i had a dream i drank 260-proof vodka last night. thank god that doesn't exist in real life.
So some guy at the party is convinced I'm Edward Cullen. He keeps calling me "Twilight" and following me around with a stake. I'm concerned.
I'm buying you potatoes, the least you could do is not ask any fucking questions and just say thank you.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be drunk again and can provide you with texts at a more reasonable hour. Here's hoping. GOodnight. Tebow loves you
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
The people at subway are so judgy when you stop to get a sandwhich on your walk of shame
somebody went from crying while watching Full House, to a full on emotional raging bull...I love this time of the month
It looks like you got dick slapped by the sandman..
You're right. Cause really... I'm in the back of his head. Even though what I said was better than "I have herpes"... I did once say that to him. So I'm like a reoccurring nightmare.
He was so drunk we almost didn't even make it to his place because he didn't know where he lived
Update: He still has devil magic genitals.
Ok, you agree to the terms? We can have sex, but this doesn't mean we're back together...it just means we're working on things. Got it? Sign here.
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