the best part about tonight...knowing when i wake up in the morning his car will still be full of packing peanuts..and mine wont
brass monkey on radio. cant stop dancing.
I make my boyfriend pay for half of my birth control. We call it his monthly rent.
You're going to have to tell him your name isn't Ivor McTruckson eventually.
We fucked in my basement while hiding from the cops.. And now his Facebook picture is him and others holding up there MIP's in front of my house.. I feel obligated to add him as a friend.
Im still alive. Just can't talk. Or move. No need to worry
If the world would stop letting me feel invincible I would probably stop doing this shit.
He called it restless penis syndrome. I call it cheating.
i want to be friends with one of those mini shredded wheat men.
He was still there when I ran half naked into my suitemate's room where she was skyping her boyfriend and I started singing I JUST HAD SEEEEX
I say this as a friend, you would make a SPECTACULAR crossdresser
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
I don't think I'm gonna survive today. I don't remember how to walk. I must crawl 6 blocks to my bed.
i cant hook up i'm covered in egg rolls
I might have to quit marching band. It's affecting my drinking schedule
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