I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
Single schmingle. No one actually obeys the relationship boundaries these days. Its 2009.
The problem is he wears abercrombie jeans like there's nothing wrong with it
Pot didnt help. Now Im even sadder but now im afraid of the clouds and the crickets.
I had a dream last night, there was a gumball machine that was filled with Oxycontin. I would try to get some but got vitamins instead. I was so frustrated!! woke up angry.
He drunk dialed T-Mobile at 3am and talked to them for 45 minutes and got his phone bill lowered from $80 to $60... Best drunk dial ever.
i would one night stand the shit outta him
So I just tried to wake him up with a blow job and he literally touched the top of my head and said snooze button
I'm functioning at the level of a challenged walrus.
So I woke up in a strange bed with a note taped to my arm giving me directions back to my brothers apartment.
announcing that you were the mayor of bjtown got their attention.
No talking tonight. Just drinking and puking up memories
I'm the kind of gay who carries his anxiety medication in case the club scene gets too fierce
if you go to jail tonight, call call me. i wanna get out of work
I wish people could trade lives with me for a day so they could see how much better my life is compared to theirs
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