4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
the whole city is out of plan b pills. this is the meanest game of musical chairs ever.
Then you started screaming that this was the first time you did e and that you had a 4.8 gpa, that was right before you almost suffocated between that one girl's tits.
Europe's "the final countdown" was playing. It was pretty much amnesty for anything that might happen the rest of the night. It's a rule.
googling pictures of Lindsey Lohan so that I know what to wear to court is definitely a low point in my life
So I've been thinking about this, and I've decided my bed is magic. Every time I change the sheets, a new boy is in my bed. I own the Sheets of Dreams-if I change them, they will come.
I woke up this morning with a pop tart under my pillow with one bite eaten. Another pop tart was in the floor. No recollection whatsoever. I ate the one under my pillow for breakfast, though.
New reason to drink: alcohol makes soda taste like goddamn gold.
After we had sex he told me it was a "goodbye gift". We haven't talked since.
I'll pretend I don't know she's blind, my morals claimed the back seat in this adventure.
I did this clutch move yesterday at the bar where I grabbed a plastic cup for water and discreetly threw up in it while walking around and then tossed it. It was my best boot and rally ever
NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE HANDS OF GODDAMN ANGELS YOU KNOW
Grateful to be alive soliciting dick pics. Thankful i'm alive for these little things and especially these big ones too.
lets face it, we have a liquor cabinet with a designated chocolate shelf
I just want to trace his tattoos with my tongue
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