I got so high last night I started crying because i couldn't stop thinking about how scary space is
Just so you know, the bottle of red gatorade is NOT GATORADE. It is definitely someone's puke. I hope nobody else makes the same mistake I did.
also, did you notice that when he quoted your email he used MLA format?
while cleaning my room, i've found many wonderful things. one of these is the card you gave me for my eighteenth birthday. it's a christmas card that says "i want to stick it in your sponger"
Ok...drunk girls at the bar are charging $1 for motorboating. It's fucking WEDNESDAY. I never want to leave.
Nope, just sitting on the couch, eating an advent calendar, being depressed about the herps.
Ask if he wants his tooth back. It's in the freezer. In the box of hotpockets.
I'm treating myself to a " uve slept with yet another mr. Wrong" breakfast
Well it's 2pm. Time for another game of "Who, What, Where". The game where you try to guess who this girl is, what happened last night, and where'd your shit go. I'm going for 1/3 today.
That's better than I've done so far.
High gym went like this: I went to Dairy Queen instead.
I swear you won't find cereal in your washer machine again.
Also at one point I told him to say my name and it took him like 5 seconds to remember.
I just wanna know if were done hooking up so I know of that condom he left in my top drawer is fair game
I've scurried myself in your trunk come find me in the morning
its as if im in a choose your own adventure book. except im not the reader and someone else is choosing my fate...one awesome decision at a time.
Randomize
