we're blogging at a bar
I just tipped a bartender in xanax.
ugly people sure do ruin things
He just keeps repeating "this isn't my bagel".. i'm worried for his safety
He like walks around to open car doors for me. Has already held my hair while I barf and still likes me. What. Is. Happening.
just walked past the recycling bin in class, there's keystone cans in it. go cougs.
All I remember is this kid kept saying that he has a dream that white kids and black kids can take shots together as one, and just we'd keep drinking to that.
Can we just cry and dive into a couch-sized bag of sadness-chips, dip them in a la-z-boy sized jar of depression salsa while watching a show called 'Forget Your Hopes and Dreams, Just Kill Yourself'?
I was less embarrassed asking him to torrent the teen mom's porn. I'm not gonna ask him to about season 4 of PLL.
You don't know how much I love you. You could play Careless Whisper while we have sex and I'd still love you
it's too much effort for something that isn't food.
After we banged he volunteered to ducksit while I went to work. I think that's true love.
Just found the measuring tape in my bathroom. How drunk could I have possibly been on Saturday?!
There are twenty eight units in that building. There has to be at least one heterosexual in it. You can't have fucked your way through all of it.
Saddle up bitches, we're going to an orgy.
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