I just spent an hour correcting all the grammar and spelling of all the 2pac songs on my ipod
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
...she's taking her top off and singing songs from Anastasia. I swear to God were solumates.
Had sex to a Lionel Richie song. I have a feeling I was conceived to it. Finally reached full circle.
Having a dry hump session to Alvin and the chipmunks surprisingly didn't kill the mood. He's that good.
But he made me breakfast and understands the fuck sleep fuck sleep necessities
I'm wearing a real bra and real shoes. I look like a fucking lady.
Just do let me go home with anyone especially I a guy with a hair sweater
We passed out in his car so I had to find a way to inconspiciously make my walk of shame back inside to go get my shit. To make things more difficult I had no pants and the whole neighborhood was awake
I didn't want to hook up with him so I just jumped out of bed, yelled "I don't even believe in god!" and ran out of the room
The bros used their bong water as pong water but I walked in mid game and didn't know so they hit our first cup and I chugged it.
I'm not coming to work today because tequila
You're up at 3AM, right? I have a very important question.
You know the Wendy's on route 6, by Kohls? Do you know if it has a drive through?
Yes it does.
i've hit rock bottom. Eating pringles and playing taylor swift on guitar in my underwear at 11am on a wedensday morning. Sober.
So what happened at girls night? My roomate found me passed out locked out on the front steps of the house and it was raining. Yes low moment
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