i woke up to 115 texts from him all saying "do you love me??"
I have to collect my sorority sisters from greek row... I hate how being dd is a night and morning job
The only thing I can remember you saying is "I won't cut pizza like this when I'm older."
I'm getting very mixed reviews. One friend told me to stop drinking bc the last 3 times he's heard from me I've either peed my pants, been throwing up, or people have been having sex beside me.
Strangely enough I'm encouraging you to keep drinking for all the same reasons.
I realize now that I left my pants on that table in the downstairs bathroom at you house on Tuesday....
She still cant shoot whiskey?
Im having serious doubts about this relationship
also found a pic of my head in the microwave from the other night.. hmm
I just want dates and sex but the option to have that with whoever whenever I want
I can't believe you picked a finger in the ass over lunch with me.
I have bruises from doing the splits on the poles, if that doesn't scream bourbon street regret then I don't know what does
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
I spent last night dying strippers pubes green and landscaping shamrocks. That is why hands look like I squashed a leprechaun.
The struggle bus has heated seats and stops at Dunkin on Friday mornings so I'll be okay.
I'm still alive btw, in case you were worried about my well being.
And he claims I gave him “fuck me” eyes while he was ordering me a happy meal
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