4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
i'm having flashbacks of crying and telling you i was made out of egg salad.
I mean it's my life so what if i want to drink Molson from my sparkly shoes and not regret anything
I haven't gone out since the baby was born. If I don't get arrested, in a fight, or both I'm going to be super pissed.
You sat on my knee, like Santa, while I peed.
She judged ME for picking my nose when SHE has the clap.
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
You are like the only girl I know who tells their booty call to go find another girl just cause you want more sleep.
Stoned, and eating Doritos, and reading about lesbians for class. This is the life.
Are we on the same shift tomorrow and more importantly do you want your pants back?
Next think I knew I was pretty much using his penis as a microphone... No more playing Eminem during hookups
I'm not sure why he thinks weird that I masturbate AND look at pinterest at the same time.
Dude how about today while I was on lunch someone died in the break room at work....I didn't even know we had a break room!!
He told you he loved you. Then you wanted to find a chainsaw to cut his dick off.
My life just got so pathetic that I volunteered to work a double on my day off because its saturday and I have nothing else planned
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