I just pulled a feather out of my vagina.
I am not joking.
Why does everyone think all I do is drink? I go to class on wednesdays
it's like god just wants me to be high for five days in a row. keep the blizzards coming.
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
Totally just locked myself outside of my house, in my robe, with the fedex man and a box of sex toys. Not my week.
I saved him as teletubby in my phone....that can't be a good sign. I'm not answering.
I feel like an ass. I'm not blacking out ever again. I want to clean your feet for a year. Just like Jesus did.
The Angel on my shoulder is now resorting to merely reminding me that, "You will regret this later." I'm not sure if he's learning how I think or just giving up. Either way, should make life a bit more interesting.
Next time you think about divorce, consider this: a hot guy just walked in and I tried to suck in my back fat.
In brighter news I got condoms and a mattress protector today.
Chicks, chicks everywhere, and not a drop to drink. Dude, when did real life lesbians get HOT?
So "I hate myself Mondays" has extended to Tuesday this week. I just had peanut butter and a glass of wine for lunch.
with the possibility that i could very easily fall in love with him and i've actually talked to my HUSBAND about it
Let's just face it you're going to have an arrangement with your future wife your fuck me on Thursdays
We got high, had sex, and watched retro scooby doo shows. Best friends with benefits yet.
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