She has 260 profile pics. In 260 she's ugly and in 255, she's making the peace sign with her hands...
when did my "fat clothes" just become my clothes...diet starts tomorrow
Call me when you get up. This hang-over is like dismantling a bomb: I need someone to talk me through it.
its like..once you have one emotional drunk night, you can't stop. i feel like i have to end every drunken night in tears and i dont think my roommates think it's heartwarming anymore
The guy I woke up with is wearing the same nailpolish as me...I need to stop drinking
Sunrise bitch. You owe me waffles
I mean, I love her. But not "I'll have a threesome with her." Type of love.
We're you guys there last night when everyone started chanting "Nacho Steph"? Someone picked me up, carried me to the nacho cheese and made me do a nacho cheese stand.
Dear God, please let me get my period. And if this one is fiercer than usual I completely understand.
No other way to put this but the dick was not worth him crying for an hour after. No more online hookups.
No worries, I've prioritized my homework into "can do drunk" and "should be sober" categories. We're good.
On a scale of 1 to 10 how concerned should I be
i swear i was one second from getting his number and then the shrooms kicked in
I almost stopped mid bj to let him know I appreciated his balls being nice to look at/have my face near. But I didn't know if that would ruin, or improve the moment.
It's 3 am. Nothing I've tried can get the taste of failure and vomit out of my mouth.
Randomize
