every time I worry about a career mistake, I remember Michelle Pfeiffer did Grease 2.
I wish a night of watching Dear John and a bottle of wine could cure my herpes.
Then we all started singing, "Our house, in the middle of the street. Our house, fucks a lot of freshman meat". It was magical.
I broke his nose at the bar and he still went home with me.
It's great having no responsibilities. In normal life I would be freaking the fuck out right about now. But the only worry I have from last night is where i got this shower caddy full of cookies. God I love college.
I'm eating the rest of the Xmas shrooms and welcoming 2012 by communing with the pine cone.
Nothing with ever convince me that she wasnt purposely left behind by our mother to ruin my life and fuck our family
low point in my life last night. licked pizza grease off my iphone screen..
Curdled. you forgot that word. It was a curdled buttery nipple shot.
We watched game of thrones, broke up and I drove away blasting ridin solo while he dougied
I just made my dating life into my own game show. would you like to meet the contestants? (photos not included)
She's asleep in a fisher-price toy car
I did what i always do when i miss him; masturbate and watch Bridges of Madison County.
I think it's time for tequila and I to go our separate ways
Dammit. the window insulation sheets are too small for my windows. Yet again I am disappointed by size
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