Being alone has allowed me to flourish into a complete weirdo
you sent me 5 happy birthday texts last night. one after the other. spelled differently.
i'm stoned. there's a jazz trio playing outside across the street...scared that mike myers will appear & start yelling 'woman...WHOA MAN. WHOOOA MAN.' i'm snapping my fingers.
I'm graduating. Then you'll never see me again.
We better fuck soon then
I just used my thong as a hair tie. I think I reached my limit.
Just fucked in his moms tanning bed. While it was on. Weirdest. Tan. Ever.
Maybe walking up to the cops busting our party with a "Things go better with Coke" t-shirt on and asking for my extra license back that my little brother got busted with wasn't the best idea of the night.
I realized I was totally the dude in that hook up. I came first and didn't wanna help him finish. And he had paisley sheets.
Almost threw up on my grandmother as she walked in the house. Had to run to the bathroom and vomit my brains out. Prolly getting taken out of the Will now.
I just realized that in 3 weeks it becomes sad if I make everything into a drinking game. Fuck growing up
I'm not gonna lie. I'm a little scared.
Good. The Jell-O shots look great.
I lost my bra, he lost his virginity. Seems like a fair trade off.
I like to send nudes ok? If that's my biggest flaw I think I'm ok
Had sex on the beach last night with a drug dealer. win-win-win situation
I feel like I haven't slapped your ass in years. This will be awesome.
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