I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
went to library to start paper due tomorrow & took those orange addys u gave. now realizing they were ur xanax. completely fucked and going to fail, but calmly at peace with the situation.
it was literally the size of a crayloa marker. i didnt know what to do with it so i just sat there
After she came with my hands around her neck, she sat there for a minute and gave me the scuba diving sign for a-ok.
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
you just knocked on the window of the ambulance and waved at me as we drove away
I have Denny's hours of operations written on the palm of my hand....not in my writing, in a girls writing, is that as good as or equal to a cell number?
Please please please buy brown eye liner on your way home in the morning... I'm missing an eyebrow
She kept telling me to calm down. I was on the floor with my eyes shut, not moving. In levels of calm I was one step above coma patient
Whenever I walk away from the group without saying anything, NEVER assume I'm just going to the bathroom.
Hey, I shot that toilet dead center, drunk, from at least 6 ft away. I'm a fuckin awesome shot. You guys were completely safe.
Yes, that toilet won't be hurting anyone anymore.... Hahaha
Also cheers for the reminder to check last night's texts. It's been a magical adventure through drunk me's thought process.
Its really hard to get off when the googly eyes on your vibrator stare into your soul..
The most awkward thing in the morning is seeing your teacher's dick right before you go to his class.
I just talked comic books with a cop. We high-fived as he was running my name.
Proud of you.
We discussed the legality of being a vigilante. I won.
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