i permit you to call me
No gym. Sooooo hung over. Just puked up the water I drank and it still has ice cubes in it.
your goal of the night was to unlock your iPhone with your nipple. You're going places.
i was playing the convince him im sober game through texting. i spelled most of the words right. i hope.
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
oh dear god, that would be like watching to female walruses mate. We need to stop going to that lesbian bar...
I'll be there. With Doritos and whisky. Don't expect much more.
I texted him that I wanted to be more than fuck buddies so when I came over he gave me a punch card. He takes me I dinner every 10 fucks.
my binge eating and her being stoned all the time has reduced us to a bowl of chinese candies, frozen bacon and a stick of butter, we do however have enough alcohol to start our own liquor store.
Ahh, 151. Think of it this way: it took one shot to get you buzzed, I took eight. I may or may not have broken a tv with my skull that night and met someone's parents naked and hungover the next morning.
In the ER with Chelz, I may have broken her ankle during sex. Lovely.
Drinking from the bottle. In bed. Making dinosaur noises. Oh man.
He wrote his entire dissertation last night. I can only imagine the frightening amount of headway he would make if he ever did things sober.
I just want you to know that i deffinately saw the baby clothes, and didn't freak out and still had sex with him. I'm going to hell.
let me just take this time to thank you again for buying pudding.
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