i chose cheese fries over sex for the third time this week.
3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
the more i look through evidence of last night, the less i seem to remember.
Just because it's been in my vagina doesn't mean it's important to me
She's singing So Happy Together to her burrito, I want to be on her level.
All I remember from last night is petting the broom with my feet and feeling like I was standing on a horses head
I'm sick of being the only unemployed member of the group. Doing things alone isn't partying. Its sad.
So I think before Superbowl weekend begins we should all take a look back on last year and learn from our pitfalls... AKA no touchdown shots and kitchen crying.
happy find a boyfriend by next Valentines Day. Its like a new years resolution but depressing
I look like slutty woodland creatures dress me in the morning. Everybody's got problems.
The strip clubs here are like a safari of penis, and I'm gonna bag me a rhino.
We were still up at 6am, taking shots, because thats apparently how he liked to "get the day started".
If I got paid for every bad decision I've made I would be one rich bitch by now
He passed out before we could have sex. I had no choice but to use his boner to hold my onion rings.
The last thing I remember is trying to chug the rest of the everclear, running through a fence, and laying down in the snow. I hurt.
Randomize
