just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
His mom made me a necklace that i am supposed to wear to prom. She included a note with it, which had a star trek quote. What have I gotten myself into?
I'm so drunk that I ordered a root beer at the bar. Whoops?
we watched a tutorial on how to do guidette makeup
We shared that special kind of eye contact that can only be experienced when you know one party is saying "Oh god, I fucked him in the back seat when you were in the front, didn't I."
we marched down beaver avenue with lit tiki torches humming the olympics opening song.
when she first told me she hooked up with him my initial response was to shout "WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!"
yes, i was eatting raw cookie dough and fingering myself at the same time.... is there a problem?
It was the night of "what the fuck have you done with my daughter and where is she" texts from mom...
Also, beer. Big fan.
There is naked swordfighting and something green and alcoholic going on in the basement. COME. OVER. NOW.
I woke up this morning and I had the absolutely horrific realisation that I am the human incarnation of scrappy doo
I doubt the gods of funday Sunday would exact such a high price... But it's good to know an afternoon with me is worth a left foot.
my mom just came into my room and handed me a news paper article about women on the verge of a drinking problem... i can already tell its not about to be sunday funday
I didn't really understand how big 10 inches is. Now I know.
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