dear life, i get it, drinking is not a contest
we were making out and he got up to change his pants. I wonder what would happen if i took my shirt off.
we're making bets on your personal life
We always say that. And then its 4am and someone is screaming at strippers.
having my hair in braids makes puking so easy. i am being an indian every halloween
Because it is about to snow, I sent him for Diet Coke and cigarettes. It's the gay version of milk and bread.
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
Turns out, his fucking is as lame and staggered as his NFL career.
I think you have the right to know, the water bottle you drank out of the other night is the bottle we use to catch what drips from the toilet. Love you!
I wonder when walk of shame thursdays in the rain will finally make me stop drinking.
It mathmatically balances. Less pants + more shirt = fully clothed. see? Not a whore!
I drew a nude short fat middle aged woman today and liked it
It was honestly one of my favorite days in art class except for the 20 min she faced me and kept looking at me and we made eye contact
I am playing a little game I like to call "How Quickly Can I Infuse This Vodka Into My Bloodstream Without the Use of an IV"
I came to the party for him. I don't know where he went, but I mentioned being hungry and his housemate brought me a huge tupperware container of berry cobbler. I think I'll stay.
Jesus I was next level high last night having a mental epiphany about the state of Virginia
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