Sandwiches eeeeeeverywhere.
Tonight i am praying for god to turn my pussy into apple pie because i cant count the number of times bruce chooses food over sex.
Remember when we were trying to guess how many people could fit in my shower? The answer is 7
im returning my roomates shirt with a "i got laid in this" thank you note
Just told the nurse I wouldn't get on the scale. Told her to write FAT.
Burger king has cupcake flavored milkshakes. God dammit America.
Minus the pink eye. Do I look fuckable tonight?
I'm laying in bed with a case of beer,.. That's how this break up is going..
I feel like I'm laying on a pillow cloud. With little baby angel fingers between me and the cloud lifting me up. Singing hymns in my ear.
I feel like there should be a database and you screen your boyfriend's scrotum and all the fucked up shit they've done goes on file.
The bump on my forehead, i think, was from falling asleep at front door, on my knees, slumped over. But we played good music so what?
Just please try not to piss Danny off, I really can't afford to find a new drug dealer again
I'm sobbing to NWA
Like, I just want a guy who will drop what he's doing to come touch my vagina whenever I want and to leave me the hell alone whenever I want. Is that SO MUCH TO ASK??
She lured me back to her place with pizza and tits. I was totally helpless
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