# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
So I've been drinking and I told the bf about the gf he almost fell of his chair
high in an attic. pig roast in 10.
I searched the house and found a small bottle of sherry which is probably as old as I am, has prob gone off and tastes like shit. I don't care any more. It has come to this.
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
I have bruises covered in glitter and someone just asked me if I realized I'm bleeding from both ears. This is awkward.
Wow thanks 4 throwing jello at me an yelling who invited that guy to all the guys at the bar
Also while I am being the bigger person I plan on bringing over something strong smelling and/or alcoholic to torture the poor hungover bastard
fun fact: in my eskimo family tree i am the only brunette
THIS TIME TOMORROW MY VAG IS GONNA BE BRAND SPANKING NEW.
Do I not have a Brazilian bc of my boyfriend situation or do I not have a boyfriend bc of my brazilian situation?
Sometimes i think i need to stop drinking because i can't afford losing so many panties anymore
His dick is magical but I don't want to die in this blizzard do you see my dilemma
I need to buy fuckboy repellant for whenever I think it's a good idea to meet boys I found in tinder
I peed outside 4 times after the bar, safe to say I had great night
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