P.S. I can't hear my feet
I wish there was a facebook app that filtered my notifications to show only the ones having to do with people who'll fuck me.
If he doesn't notice me by the next party, i'm just gonna go up to him and pll his pants down and blow him.
Sounds like a plan.
just found more coke in my pocket. i love not washing my jeans after every individual use.
ever had your bank call you to verify the 4 seperate bar transactions from the night before? I have
did you dip my ponytail in franzia? its the only thing i can think of to explain my hair right now.
You know it's been awhile when the imagery of fucking AT A DENNY'S gets me really turned on.
You know you're hung-over when you're smoking and have the strong urge to eat the cigarette. No more buckets of gin. No. More. Ever.
And then we can spend New Year's Day sprawled across the tiles watching greys anatomy and puking into the bushes over the balcony. It'll be great
When he was fat he reminded me of my high school best friend and I just wanted to hug him and hug him. Also, he's funny and humor is the fastest way into my pants after Doctor Who and liquor.
But now he's gone and I'm exhausted and my vagina is yelling at me and I want a cheeseburger
McDonald's and a car nap. I feel kinda human
You made noises. And kept meowing. I have a twenty minute phone call to prove it.
Step one: We finally agreed on an au pair that we both wanna fuck.
I honestly have no desire to wear clothes around you
I have that affect on people
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