we've reached the level in our friendship where i don't think he would rape me
I wish the holidays was like a drive thru. Get in. Get your presents. Get out.
Okay. I really need to get out of this guys bed and get home. It's two in the afternoon. He's not even HERE.
We talked him into tasing himself.
A three fingered guy just showed up with fireworks and bourbon, tonight will be entertaining.
There was a dismembered bleeding penis in my dream last night. That's some serious Freudian shit.
I can't wait to go to grad school so I am not your high unemployed friend.
Wake up. Pour coffee. Open blinds. Guy is skipping class and jacking off furiously to Asian porn. Close blinds. Finish coffee. So this must be what med school is like.
Dear me: Drinking & crying tonight, my place, 9pm sharp. Love, your life
So much rum. So many feels.
It has moved into the cliche "thin line between love and hate" real quick. With her. Not Taco Bell.
You declared that afternoon sex will be referred to as "wet naps" from now on
I'm going to need to invest in some knee pads if I keep having nights like tonight
I told you I couldn't sleep because of the speed and you rolled over and replied "shh. just pretend."
as a self proclaimed hoe im ok with a lotta things but that is not fucking one of them
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