11:03 p.m. Whats a lie i you lovn me. Let's cuddle.
Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
Life lesson: Don't give a drunk girl a dutch oven after having taco bell. She puked all over my pillow. Funny as hell though.
whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
my whole body is tingling just thinking about the orgasm hes going to give me
At what point in my life was I not hugged enough to be on my fourth walk of shame in half as many weeks?
I feel uncockblockable...banged her in the bathroom with my iv still in
DO IT, or I'll send you pictures of my hickey to remind you of your loneliness
You know when you get a stripper pays your bail. You got good wood.
It says a lot about the way my life is going right now that 'there's no shit in your house' is fucking good news.
Every time I start to trust vodka, it does this to me.
i'm eating chex mix in the shower while texting. i feel accomplished.
I blacked out and when I woke up and looked at the counter.. there was a full cake upside down. I dont even understand ...
My hook-up from last week somehow found me at the club, saw the girl I was trying to fuck, kissed me right in front of her, and walked off.
Change the sheets & put your dick in the dishwasher. I'll see you in an hour.
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