I went to blockbuster, where I always go when I need to soul searching
Despondent, hopeless, I decide on vantage point, because I vaguely resemble matthew fox (let me believe this, please)
It was cheaper to buy then rent, so now I'm stuck w/ a wretched hangover and I own this shit movie
You know how I told you I don't have many naked pics? Apparently that changed last night.
I need to stop researching the drugs I do on Wikipedia. The parts about abuse and dependency hit too close to home
doing shots of $6 a bottle whiskey and chasing it with milk. my own personal way of saying fuck life.
It hits you later. Like when you wake up on the floor under a puzzle later.
This american gymnastics guy.... He just messed up. I feel so bad. I just wanna hug him until he stops crying. Not even in a sexual way. I just wanna hug him.
I dont know what we smoked last night but I woke up and found out I started writing a book called White Trash Princess. Its the best thing Ive ever read
The sound of my own breathing is making my head throb. That hungover.
He's easy on the eyes, light on his feet, and rough in bed...what more could a girl ask for in a rebound?
You think I'll get the "I used to stick it to your daughter" discount?
I'm pretty sure the rest of my evening will consist of masturbating, drinking tequila and watching children's movies.
That's why my boobs are so big, they're full of secrets.
I think you'll appreciate my way of waking up today: Under my cubicle, boxed in by boxes of printer paper, and hung over. I don't even know how the fuck I got in here in the middle of the night. I went to my car and fell back asleep. I'm now 2 1/2 hours late.
You shouted “im bobby labonte!” In the process of shoutgunning a beer. He said you were too redneck for him...
Found your brother. He was passed out in the tub holding a bottle of Shatto milk wearing nothing but his tighty-whities.
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