Yeah, it wasn't as bad as I thought. I tried not to clench and things went pretty smoothly.
i can hardly tell the difference between falling asleep and passing out anymore
this is the fifth day in a row i've woken up after 3 pm, hungover. I might die when snowmageddon is finally over and we have to go back to class. my liver wont know how to take it.
4 feet of snow. teaching the cats how to snow swim. throwing them off the porch and seeing what happens.
i keep seeing random pieces of my outfit all around town.
I'm finding that as the end of the quarter approaches, the list of things I refuse to do sober keeps getting longer.
Like. I probably should fuck him. I owe him for breaking his thumb.
I love that your nipples always taste like clean laundry.
At the gym and this really hot trainer checked me out and was talking to his buddy about his workout. He then says "yeah man, like I'm doing so many reps- what's 7 times 7, 45?"
He was THIS close.
im in the library and there's this guy on a computer just staring at a google image of beer. finals week is rough.
TOUCH YOURSELF. DO IT.
I don't think that's how you're supposed to sext
Everyone was soo nice and genuine.. Then again it coulda just been the drugs.
Still not over the fact that we prayed to Jesus to help us win beer pong
I'm on the porch day drinking and the neighbor is in his yard screaming about his amazing sandwiches, maybe we should move.
Is there a sexuality term for 'only wants hatefucks'?
Randomize