I just got hit by a car and apologized to the driver. I asked him if he was okay.
Can't remember why I called but it definitely had something to do with Lou Bega
theres a boy scout troop on my plane. right now theyre playing wilderness games. let me just tell you how excited i am to hit on all of them
i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
And it looks like I sent you 4 failed attempts at the word "hey." Sorry about that.
I will be sticking my dick in something this weekend. You can either be that something or not. Your decision.
3 things I learned last night: 1.) I'm not as light as I used to be. 2.) Sex on the roof of a convertible is a really bad idea. 3.) The hospital now has super glue pens for sealing minor cuts instead of stitches!
I'm starting to second guess shaving my vagina over the kitchen sink. The lighting is so much better though.
So much to do, haven't done anything except hook up with sailors and work on my tan.
I went from naked with lasts nights hookup to Ihop in 6 minutes flat
I think that's a new house record
sweating bourbon at client mtg -- you?
You start to question your party girl tendencies when you're wearing the same shirt you wore the night before to work and you're trying to get last nights Jell-O shot off the sleeve on your way to work
I'm not winning any crowns in the Miss Emotionally Stable pageant either...
Well I kept shouting "you're groovy" at him and then I had a 15-minute argument with the bouncer about how many 9s there are in 100... it was definitely time to go home.
i feel like every weekend turns into a giant blur of i dont want to know...
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