I woke up this AM and all of my clothes i wore last night are gone. Instead i am dressed in air jordans, boxers, cargo shorts, and an Affliction t-shirt. the part that upsets me most is that i was with a guy who wears Affliction t-shirts.
My drug dealer is spending the weekend in my studio apartment. I feel like I've crossed a line that should never be crossed.
he has officially spend more money on me than any other boy. and its all gone to plan b. awesome.
My complete lack of self respect has really improved my blow job technique
As one final fuck you to the courthouse i'm paying the rest of this ticket with sacajawea coins.
i love that feeling when you wake up and have no idea how you got back to your dorm or why you have mac and cheese on your cheeks and eyelashes in your mouth
All she kept whispering was put your pickle in my mouth. Then she fell out of her barstool and chipped her tooth
It seems that only way I've actually improved myself after 2 years of writing for the school newspaper is that I've mastered the art of descriptive words to improve my sexting skills
Please hurry up and come back. This is so awkward. He's showing me banana videos.
I feel like your dick pick is everywhere. Never have I needed to be so careful when posting pictures.
Pretty sure I used toilet water to wash vomit off my face last night...
his first fb message to me in 3 years was "is your cock open for business?" im blocking him
I'm trying to be celibate. I'm having me time. I'm eating cake.
walk of shamed to graduation. ending college with a bang....
A million fucking miles away, and the sun still manages to fuck my hungover mornings up.
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