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.
i get turned down more than a collar. where are the desperate bitches i need to crawl to them
I'm picking out a half way decent top so if I get arrested I'll have a respectable mug shot photo. Always be prepared.
working out is totally making me break out.. i'm doomed to forever be either a butterface or a butterbod. there is no way out.
I woke up in his bed wearing nothing but my underwear and it was on backwards and my entire body is too sore to move...
Im glad someone is finally more of a drunken slut than I am.
he just made me do "this little piggy" to his toes.
The good thing about having holes in your nose from all the drugs you do is that you can't smell nasty things. Like puke.
Are you still crying. What are you doing. Have 10 shots of tequila.
Just stared at a tree for a solid 5 minutes because I thought a German Shepard was perched on a limb.
We're so stoned that were both cuddling on the couch and crying over Forest Gump while eating popcorn. She asked me if I'd fuck away the sadness. I think she's serious.
Do you think casino weekend will remind us once again that we in fact are not mature enough to be this old?
Found some boxer briefs on my patio table this morning surrounded by a case worth of empties. Starting to remember why I have rugburn and a sore asshole.
when she didn't finish her burrito you wanted to call the cops because you said it was neglect
sober me needs to have more faith in drunk me.
Do you ever just want to be mashed potatoes?
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