he quoted Bring It On. It's over.
i'm watching the fashion show on bravo
you're cheating on project runway?
if you can't score coke, you buy crack.
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
The crowning achievement of my weekend was hooking up with someone I'm at least facebook friends with.
Chinatown. Her fortune cookie said "accept the next proposition you receive." TELL ME NO NOW.
It looks like someone bombed the living room with his and your clothes, bra, packing peanuts, nerf gun and ammo, rc helicopter, leftover chinese food and a leather paddle.
I'm convinced my penis is the only thing holding this relationship together.
25 likes of a picture on Instagram of my butthole. beat that.
"Fuck all you guys I'm going to be Cameltoe Spider-Man for Halloween."
Why do I have a separate credit card just for booze? Because I saved enough points so Saturday we are flying to Denver to smoke legal weed and fly back in the same day.
The only people allowed to make me cry are myself and Chris Hemsworth as Thor. And me.
I just want him to hold me after a bad midterm. Is that even too much to ask for after sleeping with him twice?
I fucked that choir dude last night. he had the most strangely musical moans. it was like a Sound Of Music porno.
it was weird going down on him. His picture of Jesus was staring at me the entire time...
sometimes i forget what nice tits i have and then i spend a month brushing my teeth naked in the front of the bathroom mirror, and i remember.
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