i woke up in his bed, he had my shirt on
and high school musical 3 was playing on his lap top
I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
it was a weeks worth of wine for $20. it would have been fiscally irresponsible to not buy it.
Well.. considering he unknowingly dated a prostitute, I consider myself the winner in that break up.
Definately going to wake up wondering what happened to the other half of my lip.
i remember you telling me to take a shower, brush my teeth, go get back in bed w her, and "just do what i was born to do." and as soon as i stopped yacking i did just that. you saved my birthday.
these girls were driving down the road screaming "SHOT!!" out the windows and pelting potatoes at passerby.
i got hit in the ear.
We were all definitely blackout with drunk goggles on, even though you and Amanda were the only ones dressed up as it.
At this point I will cuddle anything to prevent from dying alone
I feel like this is the moment of high where you have to write these texts down to remember to text them and feel that somehow this is important to the continuity of the world.
Oh by the way, john gave me your shirt to return to you when I was at work today. I almost gave him his girlfriends underwear to return to her but figured it would be inappropriate.
Just don't eat pie out of the sink. It's a real blow to the self esteem.
I'm doing laundry from this weekend.. That poor shirt I wore to the rave smells like a dead animal that rolled in weed and pain..
We should give each other good-luck-on-your-finals head in the morning.
Like, defending PBR and Bio Dome consumes a lot of my time.
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