Wooohooo! I'm sitting in the car like a creep watching people walk in and out of Blush. Lots of happy people.
Just because it's been in my vagina doesn't mean it's important to me
Don't say that out loud. People might think I really like to pee on you.
Of course you don't like it. I am the one who likes it.
Theres a picture of me with cut up clothes rolling in the policeman's lawn, I missed you, summer.
I don't know if I should be scared or excited that I can officially drink vodka on the rocks like it's 7up.
Her boyfriend caught us fucking and said "cool you're cheating too" and left.
You live a charmed life.
Day drinking is so dangerous way too many construction workers out there to flirt with
My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.
Only three months past my 21st and I'm done. So many life lessons in so little time.
This is worse than naked and afraid. This is drunk and confused.
Soooooo I may or may not have accidentally been a catalyst in a destroyed marriage.
I don't particularly remember setting a firecracker off in my hand. No more tequila.
So many questions...the two most important are, where the fuck is my booze and how did you even get the couch through the door?
i have a lot of questions about the picture quality/lighting/motion/gravity of the balls...
Hey Girl, we got home safe!
I know, I drove you
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