What a fucking waste of an outfit
my goal in life is to wake up with my underwear on
I just love slightly exposed cleavage. Not too much to be whory but just enough to say "your kids will never go hungry"
you know you were way too high when you wake up next to a handwritten list of all the things you'd do for a Klondike bar
i get of class at 4. it takes me 17 minutes to walk home and 3 to load a bowl. thank you, priority registration.
This is the 4th time we've hooked up, and this morning we woke up, he got out of bed and left. Left me alone in his apartment with 3 of his friends. Without even a word. Why do i like this guy?
I feel like everyone would be happy with that as a present too. "Oh you got me pussy for Christmas?! How'd you know?!"
I drove your lawn mower home. Hope you don't need it tonight. I'll bring it over tomorrow.
So how much of last night are we going to pretend never happened? Enough to stay friends?
It's like a squid of pain has attached to my head and it spreading it's whorey tentacles all over.
While all the other girls were trying to out skut the next, Cameron was just doing cartwheels around the bar. I think she's the only one who got laid.
High me just had to pick the lock on my sisters room because I locked my vodka in there. I love vacation.
Oh god. Charles just fell off the bar. Didn't spill his drink. He's come so far..
Drinks have officially taken priority over self-respect, and I'm not even all that torn up about it.
Oh, did your mom say anything else about my butt?
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