I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
I may do that, fyi I'm even more sore than I was yesterday. It's like the ghost of your dick is still inside me.
I would like to add..this is the first november for two years that i haven't cheated on a bf...thank you..thank you
Beer Popsicles are better in theory
You. Me. A bottle of Vodka. The wilderness.
I just want school to he over so we can build a big tent, do drugs inside it, and watch cartoons until the sun comes up.
That's all I've ever wanted.
Nothing says love like couples STD testing
Nothing says breakup like the results
ROB LOWE. SO BEAUTIFUL. SO DOUCHEY. SO HARD TO SPELL HIS NAME WHEN DRUNK.
I biked home blackout drunk last night, but I have some memory of throwing my bike in a rage when I couldnt get it down the stairs. No idea on the bright orange puke in the sink.
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS FOR YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE
Thanks again for the coffee and orgasms
I’ve lost count of how many disciplines of science this conversation about Harry Potter has gone through.
All I fucking want right now is a cheeseburger the size of my face
Next time I say "i forgot to eat dinner, oh well" before drinking STRAP ME TO A CHAIR AND FORCE FEED ME BEFORE ALLOWING ME TO CONSUME BOOZE
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