So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I just realized that all of my cardio comes from dancing on tables.
Threesome last night. Not that cool, you tend to pick a favorite.
I don't give a shit about soccer but I'm really excited about drinking at 7 in the morning
He likes Jesus. Game over.
Oooh wait, he just told me he was high.
I didn't cheat on him. He just hasn't been informed of the open part of our relationship.
We legit stopped the the game so that Jamie and I could throw up in the bushes, and then continue to play intramurals... this is what my life is coming to1
In other news, someone I've had sex with won jeopardy last night.
Hangover or death. Death. I'll have a slice of death please.
I was at a bus stop, eating a load of bread. Fairly sure I'm the poster child for poor students.
I just spent an hour in the shower pretending I was a member of the b-52's. I can't go to work like this
watching spice world high feels so wrong yet so right
Roomies told me I showed up to my house alone with no pants on and burrs in my hair... I live in the middle of the city
She was crying and pulled the collar of her shirt up to blot the tears. And then she just kept her head there. And stopped crying. "My boobs are just too amazing for me to cry." her words not mine please help she's still in that position
You're a FUCKING ASSHOLE. Love mom
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