I am at The Loft in SoNo, and there are two girls within arms reach that are making out with each other AGGRESIVELY. Like I can see 100% of a boob
For future reference, this is Trevors little sisters phone now. Trevs number is 484 XXX XXXX. Great story tho
The worst mistakes make the best memories. Write that down.
My leg won't stop wagging. It's like it's congratulating my vagina.
And all I wanted you to do is stand there and sing who let the dogs out.
This isnt meant to be as creepy as it sounds, but do you seriously want a lock of the hair I cut off?
I am too hungover to address any of this right now, every time i move it feels like i'm being bitch slapped by the hand of God
remember when I told you about my grandma asking me about my sex scars? Less comfortable than that
And I just found out I called my debit card a fast food passport so I dont deserve to live
its just been over 12 hours, and i`m dying, don`t know how i`m supposed to survive the holidays sexless
Typing up notes at the bar and doing shots with the bartender until close on a Wednesday. This is what my second year of law school has become.
You know I'm dangerous when I have make-out withdrawals
the only joy I get out of her anymore is hitting on her friends and ignoring her. it's chaos for them. like shaking a slutty ant farm
It's like my uterus needs a hug... and anti depressants
Taking body shots off hot Camren. Get here now.
I'm like a camel in the desert in a black hole I'm so thirsty.
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