...there is blood under my fingernails.
...I hope my roomates are okay.
just printed 333 ways to get kicked out of wal-mart. hello thursday night.
you kept running around the room with a flask shouting "so much room for activities!" then someone tripped you and you passed out
he has officially spend more money on me than any other boy. and its all gone to plan b. awesome.
I just washed champagne and tuna off my body. I feel like that was a successful shower.
so, what part of "he's slept with a guy" do you not understand?
Oh you know, watching its always sunny and petting his cat and NOT fucking. I'm starting my whorefree 2012 resolution early.
Just realized that St. Patty's is on a Saturday this year in case you were interested in coming to New York and redefining bender with me.
Found trail of ibuprofen on ground. I'm like the intervention version of e.t.
I want to own their dicks and all the attachments
I need to stop acting like a drunk bitch. People are going to get the right idea about me...
If God invented something better than rough, drunken, lesbian sex he kept that shit to himself.
Odd start to the day - the FBI just showed up at my apartment.
I JUST NEEDED TO TELL YOU I JUST FUCKED TWO BOYS IN THE SPAN OF LIKE THREE HOURS AND ONE OF THEM WAS MY SISTERS PROM DATE FROM HIGH SCHOOL IM LOWKEY BOTH PROUD AND ASHAMED
Accidentally mixed my gin with cold brew coffee instead of cranberry juice. It’s bad. But I’ll finish it. Never leave a fallen soldier.
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