we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
I can't believe believe she called me a slut. She doesn't know anything about me or my life.
Shit, that's something a lot of sluts say.
you were so high you were expressing yourself in action figures
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
She was really fucking loud. My neighbors definetly knew my name...
I need you to stand in the corner and ref this threesome. Wear stripes.
its fine. mom just made me chug a long island. and made a crying face when i balked. we'll talk tomorrow.
its like the body should be a temple but we treat it like a kmart
Will you judge me if i do shots in my basement closet first? No? Okay good
He told me my outfit made me look like a twelve year old then proceeded with "but you don't look like a whore"
with the possibility that i could very easily fall in love with him and i've actually talked to my HUSBAND about it
Just bailed on her the best way possible. Got tickets to the game. Only issue is.... if we lose, we not only lost, but I skipped sex to watch us lose
I've decided if you aren't here in fifteen minutes I'm leaving you for Mario the 75 year old Colombian bartender.
When campus security rolled up he stole their car and drove it like 100 feet. Then he walked up and gave back the keys because it was a hyundai.
Just used a NyQuil cup to take a shot. This night is headed nowhere good.
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