He called me an ungrateful bitch because I lauged when he asked me "how do you me and a bed sound?"
Like I should be grateful for the 5 minutes I sit on top of him and stare at the wall.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! Live in the flesh!
Superbowl + Mdma, hope we're on the same page.
it is 7:54 and i am surrounded by drunk old people. drunk enough that my grandmother and her friend just compared boobs. as in, shirts off, bras coming down. save me.
he said 'i love fucking you, ashley'. it was the most romantic thing he's said during sex because he actually used my name.
i had confetti in my bra
i still find it in random places like a shoe or my car. that week haunts me
Snorting lines of xanex off the back of my grandparents toilet before church. Thinking of u.
I just debated creating a mirror system so I could play Batman while in the bathroom. I think I need help.
I already knew that. But I also don't agree with stifling creativity.
I should have made a run for it. Seriously who calls the cops on themselves and goes to jail. ...on a Monday.
He was just lying in his underwear like a present. I had to unwrap it.
I don't want sex or anything I just really need someone to appreciate how shiny my hair is
I've made this amazing blanket/pillow cocoon combo and I am set for life in here.
Just calm down. My foot long super joint and I will be over shortly.
Still drunk, heading to class.
It's 3 a.m. Dude
Doesn't mean I'm not at my desk. Ill wait.
Randomize
