My carpet still smells like piss and I THINK YOU KNOW WHY.
Braces and a neon one piece. She looks 15.
i'm in love
Walked home this morning with my contacts in a shot glass.
First class.
My teachers should feel privileged to see me this morning, after the amount of alcohol I consumed last night.
From the prices on this menu it looks like I have no choice. I have to blow him.
There's sex hanging in the air like a pinata. European people are no joke.
My life is a joke. Told everyone last night that they could call me Mrs. McCormick because I'm gonna end up alone with a handle of peach vodka anyways.
I'd feel bad about being drunk at the Christmas service, except for the fact that I've already had sex in this church, so this is just small change.
I actually want to work out for some reason... I think it's my brains way of telling me it doesn't like living in a fat body.
We smoked bowls and watched Cops for what seemed like hours. And yet I know I'll go back.
Sweet tea and masterbation. It's how I manage.
Just figured out my hair is long enough to tie my wrists together. . .get over here NOW!
Oh, and let me go get some popcorn, watching you make your own decisions should be quite the shitshow.
Just watched a guy open his car door, puke, close it, and resume driving. Happy Monday.
Note to self: I can rip apart her vagina and she'll still cuddle with me, but if I steal her Chapstick she'll murder me !?
Randomize
