so i asked him why he doesn't wanna see me anymore and he said he was questioning his sexuality. cool.
Drunk in some girls audi what the fuck is happenin i love sb
it's ELEVEN
thirty
I'm reducing my diet to vodka and rice cakes.
he just texted me saying he needs a place to stay for the night. pretty sure i just got booty called to my own house...
Screw them and thier engaged asses. I've got liquor to drink and boys I don't know to make out with.
Vom Wallet is no more. We now boldly enter a responsible, adult era where we will not throw up liquor onto ourselves.
But how will the next generation learn about life choices without a Jersery Shore?
It took me three days, but I managed to nearly get arrested on my way out of LA. Made it to the airport. Crisis averted, though. The real crime is, my flight is delayed two hours.
I feel like a pile of chihuahua shit that got eaten by a Great Dane who puked it up and then set it on fire.
On the shuttle bus from the Casino the driver refused to take us to the strip club so you said "let me off this bus or ill puke on you".
sometime during the night he found me in the empty hotttub singing marvins room in only my bra.
On another note, I kinda only wanna poop laying down now
Nobody cheats on THIS.
Highlight of the day: got a bunch of drunks to sing baby shark.
Having a bangable neighbor is going to ruin my booty call game. I refuse to go across town for dick now
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