My mom just told me that the key to a successful marriage is never seeing your partner take a shit.
so high. i feel like my whole body is a boner
The only problem is i have violated all potential new years resolutions at the new years party.
Just found out for my occult lit class (history of cults) final project is making a spellbook. Hello last term of college.
You'd think me telling him that I'm a lesbian would make him realize that I don't want to hook up with him.
I always forget that visiting my hometown is like a who's who of ugly people.
You don't know how emotionally damaged I am from crashing into that park maintenance van. I'll never ride a bike because of it.
Best ethics paper a stoner could write. I called my professor Dr. Superfly Arandia. And I'm pretty sure I used "respect the hustle" somewhere in there too.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
It all started with sending him a text about Spongebob. It escalated from there.
The little girl I'm babysitting is having a tea party, the water and chips she's passing out are doing wonders for my hangover.
We broke up. And I told him he better give me my fucking star wars movies tomorrow. Priorities.
he said he's going to burn things and pack his stuff. he may leave tomorrow supposedly but i doubt it
I was like ahh were on two different pages, I know there's rumors of me moving to boston but I can't and I'm not adding long distance to the relationship I have with my 31 year old recently divorced ex boss
Profesor just winked at me. This class might be easier than I thought
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