all she kept saying was "harder" "mayo" and "who are you"
i just got drunk dialed and its 10am. clearly finals are over.
stuck in the elevator with that hot guy from the 3rd flood. Worried he can smell my spray tan and desperation
in the middle of fucking he asked me if i had gotten a haircut because he noticed i didnt have split ends anymore. i dont know what to think
fuck your need to drink for whitney a thousand times last night.
She was kinda cute. So long as you don't mind neck tattoos and bad life choices.
So I'm at the VFW tonight and the shot special here is straight 151 for 2 dollars. They must hate our livers
Let's just say I've never been so continually aware of my nipples before.
I don't think I can look at him the same way anymore after he walked in my room wearing a short skirt with a boner.
Casually on the bus at 830 in the morning with a box of cheezits and a bottle of fireball sticking out of my purse....
she's just been through a whole lot lately. When the crazy starts leaking out we give her vodka and lock her in the room with all the pillows.
so that's what that room is for...
I just realized I donated our bong to goodwill.. RIP Kimbo Slice
You suck, She hit so hard.
Why does your place smell like gin and misery?
I prefer to think of it as 'ode to single life'
I was so high last night I honestly think my tears were medicinal
Yeah, let's go with that. Fuck that weak moment of complete honesty I just had.
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