don't get me wrong, i love how you're fun and free spirited. but there are some situations...like shooting down a bottle of sambuca standing in the shallow end topless surrounded by my friends
I need to stop hooking up with boys in my major. three boys in one class is just a litttle too awkward.
If we have to be apart I understand. Being separated is probably best for our relationship now. I look forward to our booty calls.
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
I am dressing up to go buy weed. I need to get out more.
Someone in a vagina costume on campus.
I feel like butter and tequila would be excellent combination. Right now. Please do this in my name.
Right... Let's keep my vodka tinged mind focused on simple words
I woke up to find my purse full of puke, and all I could think was not again.
Oh no. Not her. Her personality clashes with mine in ways that would make me wanna beat myself with a stick.
hes like bread. how could bread be dangeous
Sheila knows I only go down on her on Bastille Day. Valentine's Day we get high and watch The Neverending Story. THE SYSTEM WORKS.
He used the term 'cock-staggering' in an email. So needless to say things are going pretty well.
The playlist was "songs to sing in the shower". I literally got fucked to Footloose.
Let's say we can see the evolution of our "relation" by his name in my phone. Pizza slice emoticone. Pizza guy. Jordan. Jo. Jackhammer Pizza Guy. Jockhammer pizza guy.
Randomize
