I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
i said i was sorry for his girlfriend's cancer diagnosis and he said "easy come, easy go" and tried to fuck me
I guess I fist pumped too hard. I hit my mom in the face and now we're sitting in the ER.
When we told the nurse what happened, she replied with "OH, Well you don't look Italian to me!"
I had forgotten what it was like to go to all four classes. It's exhausting.
i think there mostly mad about the fact it was 6 pm not the fact i blew a .255
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
In fairness it was pretty good sex, but I still wasn't expecting the mass cheering and applause he got on leaving my tent
don't judge, it's breakfast wine Wednesday.
I'd love to sympathize with you but I'm drunk in a mansion
I think it's god's punishment for my behavior in Vegas . Lies were told. Angels were defiled. Pools were pissed in
He awkwardly handed me plan b on Pickens Street... it was like a sketchy drug deal.
I lost my favorite bra in his hotel room. Is it bad that that's the only reason I hope he texts me tomorrow?
Dude, you can't drink while watching Star Trek. You hardly understand it sober.
It's an alien shaped cup though. i think that'll help me absorb.
i looked at my texts in the morning and saw that i had a full conversation with myself via text thinking it was someone else. i rejected myself
I’m done with him. I’m going to the beach to catch a fresh dick
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