I had a dream last night where you were a transsexual in a low cut blue dress with lovely long brown hair. You were very pretty. I hope you are well.
NO FUCKING WAY. PLEASE MAKE HER IMPLANT THAT POOR KID INTO A RESPONSIBLE UTERUS.
I just spent the last hour spooning with my drug dealer.
I just creeped all your pictures on Facebook -- it was like I watched you grow up right before my eyes.
She has her iPod in her ears slippers and sweats on and is walking around the house up and down the stairs getting "exercise" she just stopped for a water break
woke up on my stairs with half a hot dog beside me and the last text I sent was "i make hot dog in toasTer" .
I miss vodka workout Fridays
I'm texting you from across the beer pong table to tell you that the drunk chick you brought over needs to disappear. like now.
I will pray to the gods of eye bleach for you
So the night ended when we tried making fireworks out of gunpowder and oregano. You can figure out how that went.
PLEASE. I won't throw up on the floor this time. Or fuck in the bathroom. Or dance on the pool table. So PLEASE.
Will you be my therapist? I don't want to tell me secrets to a strange person and be judged all over again when you have already taken the time to do it. Oh and I will pay you with alcohol
I really like your cover photo on fb that looks cool
In case birth mom friends me back, thought I should make it less drunk looking.
I just smoked a joint and ate a sandwich while watching someone get arrested. Bonnaroo is a silly place.
fuck sobriety. I want to wake up tomorrow in a park or some shit.
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