Far right against the wall..hiding come find me. dont tell oyhers hahaha
fuck that im pissed. when I come back im ripping forskin off.
Now there's vomit covered trash all over the front lawn. I feel accomplished
So i guess i slapped the girl sitting next to me leg and said "You know what they say, got fat legs...you gotta fat BOX"
Well.. considering he unknowingly dated a prostitute, I consider myself the winner in that break up.
The bar posted my picture because my name changes with each new fake i get. i'm getting a wig.
I fell asleep with all the lights and heat on in the apartment with windows open, Earth Hour is lost on people like me.
i'm not sure when i reached "slam my own hand in the door" status but my half attached fingernail is not grateful.
And at least you didn't have a dinner of Ranch Pringles and Double Stuff Oreos. I forgot that part of being single.
I almost shit my pants in anger over your moral sanity.
It's been so long that I've occasionally forgotten I own a vagina
There was booze on his face and I wanted it. I'm not sorry.
When you're high, you dance like an injured velociraptor.
Crying on the toilet and taking a shit. This is what being an adult is about
Like why am I even still facebook friends with a guy I let finger me at a concert?
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