I like complaining with weaving words and complex sentences. It makes me seem more sophisticated and less bitchy.
Just bought purple Ray Bans. If there was any small chance that I would ever have sex with women ever again, I just buried it.
Definitely saw about 20 people at my final that were never present before. It's like seeing who's gonna be serving me fries in 4 years.
She rolled a blunt with one hand...and instantly I had a boner, I'm going to marry this girl.
I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
She's gonna be fat in the future. On a side note I had a "It's not you, it's me." conversation with a bottle of jack last night.
Nothing sez sunday morning like waking up in a phonebooth with a leg cramp.
Male strippers are involved. You are coming
I just realized, I'm going to be on my period for the end of the world. FUCK.
This guy is trying to get me to do some acrobatic gymnast shit just so he can see "my tight hole." I'm too big to be sweating in my own damn bed. Shittttt.
Give me a reason to not spend the rest of my evening high watching dogs 101 videos
Sometimes I think he has a hidden camera in my vagina so he knows what I'm doing and saying at all times...
I don't have any soul left to be crushed.
Stay away a while longer.
Still not sure if they're cops or strippers.
I doubt the gods of funday Sunday would exact such a high price... But it's good to know an afternoon with me is worth a left foot.
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