What a fucking waste of an outfit
four days late. damn you, makeup sex. you win again.
i hope whoever thought of bagged wine flip cup last night has the same hangover as me. not ok.
i dont know what to do
with your life?
no, with my silly bandz, im already wearing 3
just drunkenly made mashed potatoes at midnight. what have you done for your calorie intake lately?
I really need to stop drunk texting. My one night stand just agreed to go roller skating.
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
Couple of things: my nipples are blue and knowing that at some point I'm going to have to poop is incredibly terrifying
You were chugging tap water out of a running blender screaming "bubbles is Perrier mother fucker"
420 is off to a bad start. Mark wake/baked WAY too much, and he has spent over $50 on the claw machine in the grocery store.
The dominoes guy came back thirty mins later to ask me out. I guess he figures if I'm eating pizza alone I must have gotten dumped
I want to start a guest book for my bed room so when dudes leave they can write a review
THE SUN DOESNT SET TIL 647 YAAAAASSSSSSSSSS. Goodbye seasonal depression hello regular depression
Sorry I missed your birthday party. I caught a dick and rode it to O-Town
I just remembered something from last night. check your closet.
Randomize
