Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
I found a picture of my kindergarten class. Now you can see whose peer pressure I succumbed to.
I learned an important lesson last night: Jameson giveth, but Jameson also taketh away.
Cruelly.
About to fuck some random fraternity guy I met at a party. I guess this would be the right time to say I don't want to be with you anymore.
I'm skipping the 'hey, how are you, I have to pick up something pointless at your apartment' excuse and just telling you I'm coming over to fuck.
I feel like I've wasted too many painkillers on hangovers
I found a bag of weed while packing. Now packing is like creating tiny universes inside of boxes.
No like you fell onto the fence. I don't even know how you got into the fenced in area.
This whole bra on the outside of my shirt thing is so convenient. It turns my shirt into a pocket to eat Fritos out of. Mmm boobies
So his shoes are still here. And there are three contacts in a case. And a shirt on the bed. I've checked my dorm and he's not here. I'm so confused.
I do not mind being torn from the first touches of sleep to see a man who looks like that
Like who turns down taking a nap inside of someone in 2014.
random boy in my bed. last night wasnt a dream. fuck.
Today has been hell. Also I saw a dead man's penis. It's safe to say I will be getting very drunk tonight.
Randomize
