Texts From Last Night

(425):
there was a 40 knocked over. chips and salsa all over the floor. and she was in her thong doing boot camp on demand in the middle of the room..
 
(564):
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random **** he has lying around. like hamburger buns
 
(309):
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
 
(218):
Oh, and for future reference, telling a guy that your ass is too tight for anal is like painting a bullseye on it.
 
(732):
No, the sea-green pills were klonopin, the bright blue ones are adderall. you're probably going to have to adjust your plans for the day.
 
(917):
Omg just woke up. 6am. random apartment. broad daylight. bunch of ppl doin coke around me. Theres a bridge nearby. I think my dentist is down the block. Oof.
 
(231):
I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
 
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