I absolutely love texts from last night.
"{214}: we fucked to don't stop believing. most epic sex EVER."
That WOULD be epic.
Must.resist.urge.to.pee.my.pants.laughing.
Debs.
Monday, November 16, 2009
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- debs.
- I've been through hell and back, but this blog is not about that. It's about being back. It's about being 18-year-old me. It's about what I like (Nutella) and what I don't (Angelina Jolie). It's not about one thing in particular, because recently I've learned that there are a myriad of different layers to my personality. So welcome to my musings on gymnastics, travel, style, photography, food, celebrities, politics, life, and everything in between. Writing is my passion.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i miss you why'd you have to leave me
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