If my vag had twitter, what do you think it would say?
I'm drinking in the hospital parking lot.
I can't go out tonight I need to save my money for important things.....like rogaine and ecstasy.
i was just texting to let you know that my facebook chat is working again so you can talk to me more. please talk to me more.
He texted me for drugs this time. Not sex. I dunno if I should be pleased it's not sex or disappointed that I come across as a druggie
He rubs his penis on back when he think I'm sleeping
Drinking games this Saturday as usual although the ice cube tray game is banned due to last weeks incident
They shouted last call and the guy next to me and I looked each other up and down and went in unison "yup, you'll do"
Also, I pretty much need an IV of fluids straight to my soul
When one of my seniors asked "Rough night?" I realized my poor decisions involving Tuesday night drinking did not go unnoticed.
Thank you for letting me get drunk enough to forget he was there tonight, but not drunk enough to make a complete fool of myself.
When you licked the fourth stranger's cheek the bar tender pretty much ordered us to get you out.
The important thing is that she is gone, presumably back to the depths of hell from whence she came.
He started me on Celexa. I think I feel like Bjork. Is that normal?
Like... my feet feel like little octopuses, and they want to swim to the next room.
I can’t tell if I have feelings for him or if my vagina does.
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