He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
he had a blacklight sublime poster, of course i had to do him.
I accidentally screamed the wrong name last night. He stopped for a second, said "fuck it, you're too hot to care," and then continued fucking me.
I haven't seen any of my friends sober in months. We have classes together.
Had a drag queen carry me to the car. So I'm told...
on the way home I asked you what exit we get off at and your answer was "just like the goldfish"
So I think I might just embrace the awkwardness and say he fingerblasted her cause thats the greatest word in existence
Ya I guess if we compared our actions now with our actions 2 years ago. We are definitely in a constant state of shit showness.
You know it's bad when I can already feel tomorrow's hangover before even drinking today.
I threw away my jacket instead of washing it, the jungle juice stained me more of shame than red food coloring... i have never been that white girl wasted before...
And I might have stolen a bag of Doritos out of Matt's car and hid them in my bag and gave individual chips out to people dancing, trying to convince people they were mini tacos.. Like why Am I allowed to be an adult
I tried to twerk on a barn in 3 inch heels at a party last night and nose dived into mud. These were all new friends. I'm probably not allowed back. Cool.
I'm tempted to randomly yell out 'SO HOW IS YOUR UNDERAGE GIRLFRIEND' but that would be callous
I thought the first time I got peed on it would be by a baby...
He grabbed at it like it was a stress ball or something. It's a boob, not a grapefruit. The fuck.
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