Well, I guess that settles the question of how thick the walls are in my building.
I'm someone's dream girl. I'm hungover in this guy's bed wearing ONLY a Brian Westbrook jersey. Not the same I was on a date with last night.
I just walked by a party bus on my way to study. God hates me.
There was a suspicious looking plate that suggests I may have eaten salad with gravy
Please come fuck me. I had the worst sex of my life the other night and I need to be reminded that sex is actually enjoyable
Apparently while trying to get up from vomiting in the toilet I grabbed the seat cover for leverage and smashed my own head between it and the bowl. I don't remember this.
well... I just junk punched a carnie. Doesnt matter how, it still counts for my bucket list.
You were naked with a chalice of Skittles vodka, singing along to Les Miserables.
My life has come to reading articles about dating an ex heroin addict. I'm doing well.
Is there a polite/non-lush way to ask how alcohol ranks on their list of priorities? Because like idk how to break the ice furreal.
2014 decided to stick it to me one last time. Right up the ass.
I cannot, in good conscience, let you talk to a guy who wears Chaps and a knit beanie
I stopped telling people I'm a pansexual unless they ask first, really tired of explaining what that means.
Not even a manhunt keeps my brother and his friends from the bars
I was peer pressured into smoking weed by a bunch of LGBTQ teenagers
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