we're blogging at a bar
This row in front of you is like duck, duck, goose - but eating disorder, eating disorder, failed eating disorder
I wanna get so drunk next week I throw up on a guy's genitals. I want to be that memorable for someone.
Should have told me the night we were talking about deal breakers that vomming outside your car was one of them. I would have taken a cab back
I feel like my uterus is decaying in my body
Life for us students isn't all fun and drunken lesbian affairs you know
I feel like this has turned into my work. But if I get paid sitting under a desk, that's perfectly fine with me.
I sincerely thought making it to McDonalds by 10:00am was a shoe-in but it appears that I need to adjust my zoom when looking at the map before walking to places.
I am the girl who goes to bed with her make-up on so that she doesn't have to fully redo it in the morning. I am obviously not ready to be a mother.
How does that even work?
If you're still up for that roadtrip, I managed to end up in Louisiana and could use a ride home.
I should be free tonight unless my 5 speed vibrator arrives in the mail today, than we might have scheduling conflicts.
I'm glad I can share my workout progress with you via my nudes
Hey I can officially say I made out with a drug lord.
How do you get the "hangs out with drunk assholes" insurance
i was ready to conquer the fucking world. i would have fought vin deisel to the death without hesitation
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