I can't wait til my little brother reaches the point where puking doesn't mean we stop drinking
Took it a bit far last night. While leaving his house, I sent myself a text that said, 'you're still pretty"
I'm hard boiling eggs, drinking rum, and talking to my 8 year old brother about the 10's times tables. This is what thursday is all about.
Yeah i knew he wasn't okay when he told me he was "seeing his vision"
we were sitting in the bathtub when she came in with her grandpas cane adn beat us until lindsay passed out
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
Honestly I think at this point I purposefully schedule nothing on Sundays anymore so I can spend all day wallowing in my shame.
It's like god touched my soul and said 'you will be great in bed'
How was that my fault?! I made you breakfast and gave you cake, as you asked. Then, you initiated sexual activity.
I could run a drunk marathon in heels
He snapchatted me the wine on the ceiling this morning
maybe facebook could make a notification like "someone tagged a photo of that guy you used to bang and still think is really hot with his shirt off"
You haven't demanded nudes today. You alright?
Definitely just poured my beer into a McDonald's cup so I could walk through Walmart without judgment. 'Murica.
I believe you can. But if you can have rum with breakfast then do that. Definitely do that.
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