My mom said "I don't want to fund your drug problem" so she gave me a gift card to the book store. I now have a 420 page book on growing weed.
he sent me a picture of his dick with a heart border around it
there's sperm and chicken noodle soup everywhere
Can we end it on a good note at least? Can we fuck and then never talk again?
I WALKED myself out of breath. And I'm lost I'm a Tim Hortons parking lot. That's how hungover I am.
remember our old mantra: why can't life be as easy as we are?
In a weird way, I don't want to stalk him on Facebook. I want to find out what's wrong with him the old-fashioned way. Is this what it means to be romantic?
Don't feel bad, we're professionals and we just housed burgers in burger king singing I believe I can fly
Climbing out Mr. Friday night's bathroom window. He thinks I'm puking. Be on state st. with the getaway car and if you could bring me a shirt and some advil that'd be dandy.
So proud. See you in five. I've got coffee.
My mom got me high and then dropped me off at a church.
I've abandoned trying to find a logical explanation of your life.
Want to go home, so casually slip my underwear in his pocket. Never seen him grin so big and say goodbye to his friends.
He sent me a text from across the party that said "your sexy." I just couldn't.
I'm all set for mothers day, I let her beat me in beer pong.
Of all the kinds of relationships I've had in my life, I'd have to say, lab-partner-with-benefits takes the fuckin cake
Went upstairs to make PopTarts, found the door open. Shut it. Saw a grey thing. Opened the door, found a girl sleeping outside. What the fuck happened last nigh
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