the night i cant remember will be the night i always remember thanks to my "i
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
My mom is holding a picture of me, crying, and saying "where did I go wrong" over and over again.
ughh I puked about 4 times on metro, no one seems to like the cool design I made on my shirt
he asked me for a gerbil feeder full of alcohol
The mystery gender stripper never showed up with that party burrito last night.
Now you know for the next time you go in the basement to wear a helmet
i was gonna do a lot worse than just throw cat food on you while you were passed out, but then you sleep vomited and i felt a little bad
I don't remember anything that happened last night past 10.. I made him buy me a Buckeye's Donut tshirt. I have no idea why he'd want to fuck me after that.
I showed up to a booty-call in my onesie pajamas and rubber boots
my mom called me mid shot and i accidentally answered and kept calling her my own name. somehow i thought that would help the situation.
Know what I do when I'm in that mood? Whenever anyone talks to me I just hiss like a cat. They go away.
I'm actually pinning crap for Friendsgiving like a boss right now. These bitches better show up.
He apologized for cumming on my leg, but not for ghosting me for 3 weeks before :(
boys just don't understand what they're missing out on.
he's missing out on my boobs looking marvelous this evening.
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