He just left - my room smells like that cheese they put on nachos and cigarettes and beef
Yo quero taco bell
so i completely puked my brains out. a lot. he held me up so i could brush my teeth. then we proceeded to hook up for the next four hours.
he's a keeper
i am not allowed to pick the men i sleep with anymore
my text book just quoted the cookie monster
dude she was so drunk she thought Jim Joyce made the right call
I just need to know if he's either really genuine about being in my life or being in my vagina.
I say we get drunk before the exam tomorrow. At least then we have a valid excuse for failing.
he woke up with $200 in his pocket and had to buy his cell phone back from a hobo at the bus stop.
Note to self: do not take so many shots that you sit on the floor under the bar where nobody can see you, and reach out and grab peoples crotch.
i love all of you. Physical. Emotional. Mental. All of it. When we speak i feel like a feather or a dragon depending on the conversation ...
I want a calm night. Not one where I wake up to you topless and bloody.
Ever wonder what all the drugs you've ever done would look like put together?
Heaven. . It would look like heaven
I'm counting my small victories this morning. For instance, I haven't puked at work yet.
I almost forgot to feel shameful, if that answers your question.
He stole one of my good bras again. If I'm not getting laid I'm not putting with this shit. Also it's a walk of shame for you today, my car is suicidal again.
Randomize
