Where are you?
In a non slutty way
I'm in the line at the airport trying not to vomit on the person in front of me. Happy Tuesday.
im downtown. alone. lost. drunk. dressed as santa. dont find me. i just heard someone say mechanical bull.
It's official. I am the girl who threw up in the library. Hangovers and midterms do not mix.
I just want to fuck you then discuss implications of our existence afterwards. Then Doritos and hot tub.
And you will no longer be getting a thank you note from my vagina
Dude, Donte totally wants it. I don't have any idea how I do it. I'm not even cool. I'm not even the hero Gotham deserves. I'm barely high. My hands are swelling. Want me to pick you up anything from five guys?
The feeling I get when I hear beer bottles clinking must be what children feel when they hear sleigh bells on Christmas Eve
he wouldnt let me in bed until i took off all the stickers i was covered in
Fuck romance. Just shaved my nipples in the shower because I felt like it. That's the life I'm about.
It's 4 am here and I just vomited myself awake....Not rising OR shining any time soon
"We hooked up and in the morning he emailed me his mix tape"
After I asked for my 6th Gin & Tonic, the look on the flight attendant's face started to make me feel bad about myself.
I gave her the last ten dollars to my name and bitch comes back with a six pack of bud light and a pack of sour patch kids
You showed up at 4 am holding a beer and wearing a wig you apparently found in the dumpster.
That explains some things...
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