You kept telling that ginger girl, "it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."
Apparently in gay bars the restroom signs are just a formality. Its a free for all in there
when i got home i made myself toast with butter & put pasta on it. I know this cause it's all over my bed.
I just put up a picture on my dorm room wall of that ginger you hooked up with to remind myself that everyone makes mistakes
I'll just be here. Naked. Eating tots and jello like a muh fuggin G
Also, just had a student offer to sell me Xanax. Want some? Just for like a rainy day. Or our memorial day shitshow. Or just another Wednesday night.
I hurt so much. Not in the emotional way, but in the I went to dive bars sorta way.
there is a hole burned clean through my text book on forestry law and I saw you walking around with a blowtorch last night. Hope you have $160 on ya...
PS my house is a mess.
pps I have a rash on my face.
A part of me realizes this is a bad time to text. But I override it with my awesomeness
I'm drunk at 3:28
I'm jealous as shit at 3:34
Kick open the door, strike a pose, steal a boyfriend, end scene.
We're meant to be. Apparently God wants me to get dicked down pretty good too so I'm not complaining about destiny
Woke up. Found about 20 condoms upstairs. A hole in the couch. Bread on the floor. Going back to sleep.
just because he was passed out beside the toilet, didn't give you tge right to pee on him
my aim is off when im drunk
Randomize
