its not stalking. its research.
I just followed a trail of feathers and glitter to class. Today better be fucking magical.
the kid next to me in training is drinking sangria. its 9am here in case you couldnt calculate. its going to be a good year.
I know. You don't know poor life choice until your sitting on the floor of a community bathroom waiting to vomit at 4 am
I want a coyote to ride back and forth to the bathroom because walking is getting old
we've got reservations. ask for the eat a bag of dicks table
Would you be offended if I asked you to smoke a blunt with me while I pooped?
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
He followed me on twitter after I posted a drunk screen shot of a tweet. It's like he gave me permission to stalk him on a whole different level.
It's not ok to announce to a group of people playing beer pong that a girl put her finger in your butt last night. I now know this
Ryan friended me on LinkedIn and it took everything in my power not to endorse him for sexual dysfunction as a skill.
We started off talking about nice cuddling and you turned it into fucking with a Santa hat on...
My desperation for dick was off put by his anime figure collection.
My mom just said "okay girls, the ONLY thing i ask is that you stay sober Saturday afternoon, until halfway through lunch. And you don't wear that crystal camo hat. This is a funeral, not a tailgate party"
Best wishes.
I just took a shot before my midterm. Gotta keep things in perspective.
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