uhhh i just had a guy tell me he's seen more jam bands and done more drugs than i could err imagine. what a turn on.
Apparently mediocre decisions were made last night. I woke up alone in my own bed with my fridge defrosted.
And I didn't go to bed alone. I am buckets of fail.
omg i can't drink anymore.. i just pulled up my dress and started playing with my vagina
he just watched a baby story on tlc while high and just called me screaming he never wants me to get pregnant
then he said we can't have sex anymore because ill hate him.
you made cement angels. it was a great sight.
i am not listening to taylor swift on a pink ipod. totally not happening.
somethin' about having sex in my parents bed makes me feel like l'm finally an adult.
All I learned from that experience was that drinking scotch out of a crunk goblet was bad news.
I walked into my room to see them crying, watching hey arnold, and passing a franzia box back and forth...
Almost made out with Amanda but I told her "I'm in a committed fake lesbian relationship with Laura. I can't."
i'm currently connecting with my tribal roots aka i just found my recorder from 3rd grade music class... be ready for the recording
I'm reliable. I always make it home. I always throw up in the street too.
My vag is like the Sahara
Ew that's gross.
The sad truth. Barren and empty.
Tonight we learned that just because we can fit a Tic Tac in the tip of my penis that does not mean we should.
Sex while Star Warsing is the best
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