Reasons why i shouldn't be drunk and upset: i'm going to a boy's
I'm at his house. He has VELCRO shoes. I'm too desperate to leave...I may need help in thee life dept
no seriously he was fingering me like he was really really frantically looking for a song on his iPod.
Whatever. I'm saving myself for my wedding night or a night with enough patron.
I just remember her telling me "Hi, my names Kaissa and I'm a lesbian" over and over and over and over again as I was crying.
He snuck into my grandmothers house, broke her lamp, fucked me, then had breakfast with us the next morning. I am an awful granddaughter.
OH MY GOD. JESUS STRIPPER. THERE IS A JESUS STRIPPER HERE. A STRIPPER DRESSED AS JESUS.
She gave me a rubber ducky to make me feel better while I was throwing up.
I thinking of taking all of the pics of his dick that he's sent me and making a calendar.
knew it was a bad idea. the look she gave me when i left her roommates bedroom in the morning really illustrated that.
So I realized I was officially over him when I was getting a lap dance on the keg bus at 3am from his old boss and I was double fisting:)
My apartment smells like a lavender field inside of a giant bong.
Why the HOLY HELL is my dog on my roof??? Sam?? Why is the dog wearing my pants
quickly learned not to sleep with your roommate and work colleague in the same week
Would you say that skipping class and sitting alone in my room singing One Direction to myself and sobbing is an acceptable way to deal with the break-up
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