I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
Need sex. Gaining weight.
being a part time student has turned me into a full time alcoholic.
just threw all of the fireworks into the bonfire. thats why there are firetrucks.
To say he's a good fuck is like saying the beatles had a bit of success. My vag is still mourning the fact he moved.
fyi, she knows we call her the sperm bank. watch your back.
I got a dollar bill stuffed into my bra on two separate occasions by two separate guys simply for having boobs. I feel like somewhere god is patting himself on te back while pointing at me goin "you're welcome dude." easiest two bucks I ever made.
Pissed along side the highway while waving at all the traffic... if thats not a sign of a productive night to come then idk what is
I don't remember anything that happened last night past 10.. I made him buy me a Buckeye's Donut tshirt. I have no idea why he'd want to fuck me after that.
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?!
There's a 35% chance I'm still residually drunk from last night.
And you say you're not good with numbers...
I shoulda been born a dude. There's too much power in a vagina.
So you called me the queen of nudes yesterday and I'm still not sure how I feel about it
I kinda wanna drive through the Gator bar parking lot and seeing if my panties are on they ground, they should be right next to my pride...
Dude it's unhealthy how much I love vagina in my face
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