you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
My room should be renamed "Land of the Misfit Condoms."
Yeaaah, so cabbie laughed at me, and said, "rough nite? Let me find you some music" . apparently OPP is the appropriate ride of shame soundtrack.
I dont think punching her boob is the type of reverse psychology that will get her to blow you.
Telling me its the beginning of school is like telling me the crown royal fairy has come back from vacation.
he just used "boss" and "boner" in the same sentence. I cant respond.
This weekend was suppose to be a 'smoke weed and stare at things' weekend. Not a 'spend all my rent money partying with Europeans till 8 am' weekend
Yeah but those French chicks did get naked
I'm trying to make a sex playlist
record yourself crying and put it on a loop.
I pulled an all nighter. So hoped up on coffee and aderall. Pretty sure you could take my pulse through a snow jacket...
I was wearing my get used bookstore shirt when we fucked. Ironic yet appropriate.
it is shots o' clock and I am never late
last thing I remember is yelling 'sit on my face' through a traffic cone
Oh by "being festive" I mean make tacos for dinner.
that moment you remember partying with someone several years ago.. and don't remember if you slept with them or not.
It wasn't until I lost my earring that I realized "I've been here before". Turns out we fucked a year ago. We've decided to make it a tradition.
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