I had a disgustingly explicit dream last night involving myself and lil wayne.
I just had someone call me out on a walk of shame via megaphone
sent the pic of my tit to the wrong bbm chatroom
omg my older sister has been googling "how do I know if I've had an orgasm?" and "bj tips". the family laptop is not meant for this...
Oh man. Realized I was high when I realized how long I'd been watching Roseanne
Hold on. At Sephora trying to decide what despair smells like.
I was dancing with a blow torch in one hand and a bowl of weed in the other
nothing like having plan b for breakfast in a cvs parking lot before ordering this semester's textbooks
I had to write an apology letter to my roomate for hotboxing in our bathroom. What a bitch.
Started my day with puking in a trash can.... Its gonna be a beautiful day
I think I just figured out how to make weed tea in the coffeemaker.
Also you can't just sext a Michelle quote from Full House.
You need to be on (or possibly create) the international emoji committee to address all of these glaring oversights
I woke up in a front yard I didn't recognize to a grandma tapping me with her foot. What was in that punch?
Is it just me or is it like a girl gets married and all of a sudden she’s a “blogger”?
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