I'm in a trailer park. But I'm not scared. The virgin always lives.
It's very clear that i'm the girl sweating out four lokos at 2 in the afternoon at the gym
so i say "rick dont build that sandcastle" and he "says ok i wont" then i wake up and its sandcastle fucking city all over my apartment
I have sand in every orifice, there are bruises everywhere, and I smell like a distillery. I love summer.
I'm laying in bed with a case of beer,.. That's how this break up is going..
He put a canoe in the lazy river at the water and started paddling away from security
If you're still up for that roadtrip, I managed to end up in Louisiana and could use a ride home.
There is not enough whiskey in the world to get me through what happened on Pretty Little Liars tonight.
First world problems.
and if planning a fake elopement keeps me from fucking strangers and doing drugs, i think it's good for me
Apparently I called him, said "vodka" and then hung up on him.
I can not believe he edited a picture of our three way and made it his profile picture
I got hella high today and freaked out about life and interest rates
video games take priority over anything else you can offer me.
Is there a tactful way to ask "how are your balls?" Or do I just ask point blank
Drunk sex on a hardwood floor is never ever a good idea. Lesson learned.
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