Update: Discussing lingerie with my father. He likes sheer black things. Not into the colorful stuff I wear.
just stared at ed norton's ass for 26 miles. if there was ever an incentive to run a marathon, that was it. my life is perfect.
i jus dunped the rest of my drink down the sink and tool my bra off. pretty sure this is the best decision for everybody.
A very small part of me wants you to appreciate me for more than just my breasts. But the rest of me is breasts.
i'm on the subway and being revisted by the ghosts of tequilas past.
He got tattooed, peirced, and we're pretty sure he got rufeed by that fat chick. He was like a walking spring break stereotype.
your like the ambassador to my penis.
Hindsight is 20/20. Or a bladder infection.
I drunk-cried for all conjoined twins everywhere the other day.
You know where a good place to spend summer is? In your head. High as shit. It doesn't matter where you are.
Is this the guy that did shots off my ass at the beach? Haha
I mean, how am I going to build a relationship on trust if he finds out I roofied him?
I'm not finished with being a sloppy white girl alcoholic. I didn't postpone having a husband and kids for sober weekends.
I don't like how my gyno is telling me how to live my life.
All I remember is being in the middle of the road puking and my bestfriend cheering me on from the passenger seat...
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