'hiiiigh' is saved in my t9 for a reason
Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
i was able to set 4 alarms to make sure i woke up in time for class but i couldnt take the open beer out of my pocket before i did cartwheels down the hall...
I had to find out that I peed in the box of baby clothes from my mom, who found out from my grandma. New low.
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
She kept talking about how amazing the banana she had yesterday was. Don't know if it was innuendo, stoned, or just a really amazing banana.
I got shot at last night. Lesson about married chicks: learned.
I think he's hit rock bottom. You know it's a low point in life when you cry because you weren't invited to sit in a box car and watch porn with two other straight dudes.
He held the kayak still so I wouldn't tip over while projectile vomiting. If that ain't true love, I don't know what is...
You must be buzzed on Miller Lite.. Zen master advice is flowing
i just realized... if i ever hook up with someone on my bed, we'll be fucking atop my animated batman themed bedset.
The fact that I bookended my summer with pregnancy scares doesn't upset me. The fact that he's a trombone major does...
If I could go one week without being called a maneater or a spanish trolip that would be great.
No, I'm not a weirdo, I keep bondage straps under my matress like a normal person, not a diary.
How is it that on the one day I'm just moving my car at 6:30 I get the walk of shame looks but when I come home at 9 am in a torn dress holding heels old ladies smile at me?
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