we were spooning and you were the big spoon but you insisted that I call you "the ladle"
you were crying because peter frampton wasnt your dad
i just sold back the books i vomitted on
Like. There is beer on the other side of that door and 6 yards in. If he's not back in 20 minutes to let me in, I am using this tree as a battering ram.
this may be my drink champagne alone in a bbaby pool in the dark night
Saturday at 4 is jello wrestling sponsored by the senior class council. That's why my school is awesome. Boom.
as of this morning I have officially vommed on the highways of 6 different countries. It's a proud moment.
I attempted to stand up and was quickly reminded by gravity that I am the universe's bitch right now
Nah, just ran around, pinned random men to walls, bit their lips of and booked it.
I really have a thing for Greek chicks; I feel like while we are having sex she has the ability to make hummus which is just too appealing for me to pass up.
Yeeeaahhh, I'm in no rush to dismiss a level 6 booty-call that pays my bar tabs and understands my Harry Potter obsession.
Ice cream and condoms, solid grocery store trip
Turns out he's actually a she. Might keep dating her just to see Mom's reaction.
Well, he kept asking me if I was going to murder him once we got upstairs. It sort of killed the mood.
It was probably bad to sleep with someone just to pet his dog right?
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