ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
I mean I found and stalk his moms facebook.. that obsessed.
I sent out a mass text that said "margaritas for Jesus?" and nobody responded, worst Easter ever.
I'm sitting in my bathroom sink, eating a tuna sandwich. He had better weed than I expected.
He's so gross, but the preschooler inside me is screaming that this is her life dream and I have to be with him or she'll never forgive me.
There's a hand-carved wooden bong in my backpack, and i really wish i could remember last night now.
we hooked up. but it was that weird mix of getting naked and watching Balto that made it so awesome.
I feel like my lungs want to punch me in the vagina.
is that even a sentence?
...But it's not like we would be the first people to pay for an abortion with student loans and cell phone rebates.
There's a questionable stain on Harley's bed...would they have sex on a dog bed?
there COULD be a gas leak in our house... proceeding to smoke with extreme caution...
My vagina is not really on board with my "emotional issues"
I successfully convinced a drunk NDSU student that their school does not have a football team and another that they weren't in Fargo. I'm a dangerous sober shark in a sea of drunks.
I'm eating taquitos in the bathtub at 5:30 am. What a great end to the night
Oh don't mind my cushion, I got plowed in the ass by a freight train last night
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