I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
I need like a "Cookong High for Idiots" book. Or a car.
I want to drop kick Stephanie Meyer
you spelled her name wrong
not you too!!
what is with people arguing over soda or pop? to be honest i thought it was just called chaser
Trying to convince my mother to let me take some of my sisters Lortab to sell is not going well
there are 5 pictures on my phone from last night, 4 are too blurry to recognize and the 5th is you dangling a twizzler over your mouth, naked.
No but the chipped one is crooked now. Clearly I didn't use my hands to break my fall. I used my face
did i send you the picture of me smiling with the magnum wrapper?
Ugh contemplating vodka and chocolate protein powder as this Capri sun and vodka isn't really cutting it
I'm drinking your booze since you ate my pop-tarts. I'm telling you this because I still don't think it's a fair trade.
Some small part of me hopes I'm on the probationary list because of seeing the Dean at that fetish party.
I just blew thrown up hashbrowns out my nose. That's the level of this hangover.
Like I’ve seen him completely trashed and I’ve also seen him rip shirtsleeves off with his teeth and I can’t tell if I’m intrigued or not
I sent my brother over to my ex's to get the rest of my stuff. He comes back SEVEN HOURS LATER, high as fuck without my shit! No loyalty.
Same way I cope with everything else. With dildos, dunkin and depeche mode
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