Okay I've seen like three girls walking around crying today. Weird?
everyone's regretting their thursdays.
Last night I dreamed I was having gay sex in prison. That's the last time we go to theme night at the club.
She was raised with a wonderful home life. I can't do anything with that.
Everytime I sleep with him he gives me another hint to what his tattoo means. I'm like a slutty Nancy Drew.
The first song on his sex mix was "highway to the danger zone"
my night ended in me puking all over jenna's bed, then me trying to wash the sheets in the toilet.
That's why they call him "the cheesegrater".
Learned a valuable life lesson last night. It's titled "Tequila: Still A Bad Idea".
Mistake of the day: loudly discussing my gay hookups on the phone at the dmv in upstate NY... this must be what leprosy feels like
His personality is sparkling but nothing beats his ass
When have we listened to the rational side of either of us?!
I went to Walmart last night to buy some CDs--which is a sentence I never thought I'd say in 2016.
I don't want to date him...I just want him to cheat on his girlfriend with me.
She's like a squirrel. She spazzes out all the time.
We got stoned and watched Disney movies all night. I think I'm in love.
Randomize
