I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
Tampa is so boring. I'm dying. I want lots of cleavage at my funeral. If i cant get laid, i want my friends to. I'm that kind of person
I just threw up while getting a haircut. I'm never trying to accomplish stuff with a hangover again.
I mean I found and stalk his moms facebook.. that obsessed.
I spit up blood this morning
That's vegas.
we all know badassery is carried on the XX chromosome
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
she chased the tour bus screaming I BET YOUR DICK IS THE SIZE OF YOUR MICROPHONE STAND. i think its safe to say were never getting vip passes again.
all he has to do is look at me on new years and hes getting laid. thats how hot he is
Theres a live mouse in the toilet. Goddamn you this is why I don't party here
Of all the shitty people we associated with, you should be happy that I'm the one fucking your cousin. Sorry.
I'm doing blow on my fuzzy rug
Come join me
So do I get to ride the beginning of the November stache or what?
Don't worry I sent a creepy stalker message to a guy I slept with 6 years ago, Sunday Funday rock bottom
Having sex with him is like yoga. I do it in the morning and then can't walk for three days afterwards.
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