Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
I did something last night that I shouldn't have, but I don't want to tell you because you'll probably just make it your fb status...
I see you've learned your lesson.
and the award for most disgusting thing ever done on my couch now officially goes to you! Congratulations, you won the couch...I can't even look at it anymore.
I walked into my room to see them crying, watching hey arnold, and passing a franzia box back and forth...
I just bared my soul to you and you fell asleep. Or you're fucking your boyfriend. Either way, not cool. fuck.
I FEEL like I celebrated someone's 21st, but really I just celebrated Tuesday.
soo...what's the appropriate way to ask to come over and take your S&M lingerie out of your ex's apartment? big weekend planned, kinda need it.
She failed the Charleston discretion test, although puking in her armpit was very innovative.
Just took a shower for the sole purpose of getting off without using my hands... I've reached a new level of summer-lazy.
Look at the picture I MADE him take with me...like why??? He's holding my foot?
It probably would have happened but I just can't picture myself losing my virginity while laying on top of his Quiksilver duvet set.
Dude, I work in two hours. Unless you can find Chris Hemsworth and convince him to have a three-way with us, I'm not getting out of bed.
I accidentally brought up how there used to be a big tree in his yard, which I could only have known if I had been Google mapping his house.
You spilt a drink on my couch, then used my dog to mop it up... you called her a mop dog, repeatedly
all I remember is grinding on everyone in the room regardless of gender and quoting the lion king non-stop. We need to stop buying Jameson.
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