She took a picture of me when she thought I was sleeping. I don't know whether to be amused or scared.
Walk of Shame'd halfway down a mountain, skiiers passing. Do not drink with lifties at the end of ski season.
I have pictures of you scratching against the sliding glass door on your knees screaming how you felt like a lamb.
They only knew me as the lesbian that passed out in a bathtub. That's not what you call friendship.
I'm very fluent in vodka, but that seems to be a whiskey dialect.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
5am update: in a toga seeing triple made out with both sexes
I'm 50% weirded out and 50% into it
i just remember sliding through the snow and yelling i love america before puking on the oncoming cars
Nope. Flying out tonight. Staying with my great aunt who is an ex nun turned hostel owner. Best and likely most dangerous St. Patty's Day to commence in 10 hours. IRELAND!
Be safe. And I hate you.
After my second liter of German beer, nothing D-cup or larger is safe near me.
Well my summer has already been productive. I partially caused a divorce.
At least you didn't sleep with Ashley's uncle.
I think I got into an argument with my cat's former owner about what a BDSM relationship entails.
If he has a beard, chances are, that’s an open invitation to sit on his face
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