I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
a girl just told me i should have been born earlier in the alphabet
I'm hoping to finish this bottle of wine before I pass out, I don't want the remainder spilling on my white down comforter.
I remember seeing LSAT prep books and thinking "Whose room is this? I should be hooking up with them instead."
Questioning the dried heart shaped nutella on my boobs. Valentines day has begun.
ALL CAPS CUZ ITS SERIOUS SHAME.
I just very easily got pretty high off of one bowl of shitty dirt weed. I'm a sad excuse for who I used to be.
accidentally stumbled into a construction site at 3am on the way home. The bulldozer was locked so we had to settle for rerouting traffic with all the orange cones...
we had break-up sex in a port-a-potty. how do you think it went?!
Donating $10 to Sandy victims for every hurricane I drink tomorrow. Buying me alcohol just became a good cause.
I lied. Can't workout today. Only exercises I'm currently capable of doing are breathing ones to keep last night's drinks ending up all over the classroom.
Well I'm missing half a toenail if that's any indication of my night
I just fixed my mom's tv over the phone in 2.17 minutes while high. I'm a fucking professional.
I can't tell if my heart is fluttering because I love him... or if it's palpitating from all the coke.
I smell like cotton candy and guilt.
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