last night i used 411 to try and contact britney spears.
dollar well spent
no, i'm currently making the trek across campus to get all my stuff from last night. My ID is in one guys bed, and my camera in another guy's bed.
It's almost like he dry humped the last remaining bit of good person out of me.
fun fact: in my eskimo family tree i am the only brunette
I was just sitting on the ground alone in fetal position shivering and chewing on my hand when she found me. ecstasy was not my best idea.
I still have a scar from the last time she gave me a handjob. There is NO WAY i'll stick my dick anywhere near her again
Nah. And this is true. It's like you were trained by sexual Jedi or something.
*jedi wave* this is the penis you were looking for
Dropping acid was like seeing the whole world as a blank canvas to imagine anything I wanted.
And apparently all you wanted was to watch the sun explode and me take 60,000 dicks to the face.
He literally took a shit in my bathroom and then broke up with me.
tom claimed she had a star tattooed around her buttonhole. i am not prepared for this era of skankyness
I need time to grow out my leg hair and not be sad anymore
I think he's like Cher he's going to live forever but not as scary looking
From what I remember I had fun, until I threw up, and lost my shoes..
I duct taped a bottle of vodka to the back of your closet while you were sleeping in case of emergencies. Go rip it off, it's going to be a long night.
THE SUN DOESNT SET TIL 647 YAAAAASSSSSSSSSS. Goodbye seasonal depression hello regular depression
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