i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
consequently i now know what mace tastes like
you go from almost hooking up with the hottest guy at the party, to going home with your ex....how is that even mathematically possible
I came home drunk to my night light on and a Hershey's bar on my bed. Mom knows me too well.
i go for whatevers easier....i'm bisexual strictly due to the convenience factor
I STRONGLY considered not bringing that guy home with me last night simply because I'd JUST changed my sheets that morning.
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
She just landed. Popped over for a BJ and left. I'm a fan of layover layovers.
SHUT UP I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF UKULELE AND LONLINESS
the only good thing about going home with him was that he was prettier than me.
I think my dove chocolate wrapper just told me to masturbate.
I can't have my last hookup before 21 have been behind a dumpster
Annoying and petty is the name of the game and I'm the MVP.
Hey do you or anyone you know want to get drunk for free? At 4pm tonight at rctc for field sobriety training for future cops
Talk all the shit you want but I slept in a oversized monster truck tire last night.
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