So. Camera broke because I tried to wash it under the sink, kristi had to take me home and I woke up to my computer showing me that I googled how t take more than one shot at a time. I'd say the night was a success.
Peed in a church parking lot last night. As if Jesus didnt hate me enough already.
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
the last thing i remember saying is "hope you like body hair"
Thanks, college. Tonight's decisions brought to you by margs in a nalgene.
So, sleeping with all of my Vicodin in my bra because I knew she'd be searching my room for drugs tonight. I'LL SHOW HER.
I can pinpoint my loss of innocence as the moment I started masturbating with my teddy bears
I'm not trying to be dramatic but if someone makes you choose between getting a Brazilian or dying. For the sake of your sanity just fucking die
Exactly, there's no such thing as commitment at foam n' glow
I can measure my amount of vomit in solo cups.
I want to wear Christmas sweaters with you.
Visibly drunk girl eating alone at a souplantation just spilled salad all over her body. It was me
Have you ever hotboxed under your comforter? Best. Decision. Ever.
If that guy asks u bout me, I said my name is Jenelle, from CT, I'm a cat behiavor consultant and I'm 29. Back my story up
Cat needed to get out last night. Walking to the door was too much effort so I encouraged (pushed) him to leave via window.
Isn't your room on the second floor?
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