i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
Bel-fucking-mar, this place has more popped collars than a Hollister catalog
i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs!"...
alright got my week's quota of sex in, ready for modern warfare 2
you kept lying down on the floor at the bar just to prove you could get back up
he's drinking at 8 in the morning. it's going to be one of those "or else the terrorists have won" kinda days
At one point, the guy you were fucking high-fived with the guy I was fucking. We should hang out with them again?
1. Are there men involved 2. Is there food involved 3. Do I have to put pants on 4. Do I have to leave this bed
seis de mayo is my least favoite holiday because i usually spend it in bed sobbing over my poor life decisions from the night before.
He stumbled into my room, flopped on my bed, shoes on my pillow and asked me for a juice box. Then fell asleep with the juice box on his forehead.
All I want to do is sleep. And If I'm not sleeping, I want to be eating or fucking. I'm pretty sure being pregnant has turned me into a dude.
Sweet! It'll be a "that-minor-I-used-to-serve-alcohol-to-is-no-longer-a-minor" party!!!
I know. I know. He'll be weekday dick.
How are you and the lady friend?
Well, she's a lunatic, and I love sex, so we're good.
Please stop telling my mom she doesn't have nipples when she's been drinking. You know shell show you. Forcefully.
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