I'm in a room alone pouting because I got the wrong nachos at taco bell.
I feel like our bond as friends is a lot stronger now that I've talked to you on the phone while having sex.
Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
thank you for a lively/lovely evening :)
should have blown me.
worst. lesbian. ever. i'm not sure she knows a clit from a pencil eraser.
arguing about whether his trip to england or my trip on acid was better
"thanks for the sex" was written in lipstick on my bathroom mirror. i'm officially done with random hook ups.
Disasters an understatement. Hurricane alpha chi omega hit. On my way to buy carpet cleaner, super glue, and a new liver. Be back soon.
She looks like she smells of sausage, sunblock and sorrow.
Can't even walk I haven't tried talking but I probably can't do that either
I think my boss gives me work off weekends because he doesn't want me showing up hungover anymore..
i want to platonically make out with them, platonically. in the back of this minivan
he's not even weird he's been offering me different drinks all night
oh i remember now hes the guy that liked when i peed on him
I drank all the wines... and all th Doritos. Whilst watching Fat Camp. I need to reassess my values.
If your talking about a poncho I WANT ONE
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