just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
i literally in my bathroom watching tv from across the hall while trying not to fall asleep with my dog keeping my feet warm. wednesday's shouldnt be like this
I'm lying on the floor in the back room praying my boss doesn't come to work today.never again
Currently doing my walk of shame down a floating dock. No more guys who live on a boat EVER AGAIN
Well I could just do a roadtrip and hit them all. Slut tour 2012.
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
I went to look at my notes for my take home final and all I had written was 'you're on E. You won't remember a damn thing anyway.'
What if I told you that I had 160 ounces of cheap malt liquor in my backpack? Espn films 40 for 40s presents: Edward 40 hands. Our room. 11PM/10 central
My vagina bone hurts from grinding on that dude so hard.
If you were awake I would probably ride my bike over, fuck you like a god, leave you in the wonders of life, and bike home
You force fed me pizza in bed last night. That was fun
Dropping acid was like seeing the whole world as a blank canvas to imagine anything I wanted.
And apparently all you wanted was to watch the sun explode and me take 60,000 dicks to the face.
I was so stoned last night I got into an argument with your voicemail message.
wtf I can't believe that bar tender told on me to my mom
I'm like a saiyan, every time I get trashed I come back stronger
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