The more my room-mate speaks, the more I notice that she was home schooled.
her and i fucked to a michael jackson song and she had it memorized so she squealed every time he did
my life has come down to walking through campus and wondering if every guy is the random i made out with saturday
in respone to your voicemail you left me on saturday, yes i had gone to bed and no i was not still drinking at 5am
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
I'm starting to blur the boundary between reasonable senioritis and self-destruction. Somewhat-openly hittin the flask in 11am class
I may or may not have just sent the bartender a pic of me in my slutty cheerleader costume with the caption "rah rah ree, gimme yo d"
I have no idea, but there's a bus parked in front of my house and like 6 texts saying im gonna prove my love. this is either really really awesome or really really bad.
The forecast for tonight is alcohol and low expectations.
You're the only meteorologist I listen to.
My breasts were aching with rage.
It was the hardest I ever came in my life and once I could see straight again I just looked at him and said "cool"
ELLEHCIM
NYRMAK
DRAHCIR
WHAT??
I like your optimism Chelsea but I'm not about getting my salad tossed
dude can you explain to me why i woke up on your sisters floor with moutain dew and chips everywhere
i dont know im at your house.
Been smoking since 4. The inevitable finally happened: I bought a cheesecake.
Randomize
