he promised me brunch in the morning so i felt like it was ok....i really need to get a job.
My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
I though she ruined it by crying, then I realized it wasn’t a tear, it was my great aim. It turned out to be beautiful.
If my nicknames are based on what I throw up, you can call me Jimmy Johns
I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
Would it be a dick move to report the suite next-door for a noise violation? They're singing Bad Romance off-key and I'm not sure if I can allow that.
I told him the truth. Truth leads to vodka. Vodka leads to tequila. Tequila leads to prison.
Blasting venetian snares and drinking a beer. I love being an adult. It's like being a child but with beer for breakfast, better music, and no one yells at you.
He is indeed a crazy mutha fucka. But mark my words. MARK MY WORDS. My job has placed me at the same party as Tom Cruise. I. Am. Fucking. The. Crazy. Out. Of . That. Alien . Fucker.
I ate the most amazing corn dog today.
I will probably dream about it.
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
I wish the guy I was sleeping with wasn't on house arrest.
I am sweating Crown. It all went wrong when the ratio hit 50-50
I gave him one of my famous hand jobs.
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