i think 'regret' was last night's theme. i could taste it in my mouth and woke up next to it.
i just put a booger in my mom's hair and i just needed to tell someone.
I just realized I use Twitter to keep of track of when I get drunk.
i figure i've seen his cum stains on the floor, i'm allowed to say these things.
He won't stop licking me..... im choosing your date next time.
I'm not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say "I want to fuck you."
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
I'm going to fuck every single member of the men's olympic swimming team and no one is going to stop me
just almost had a panic attack because i couldn't find the granola bar i put in my purse. i miss klonopin.
Fucking in bar bathrooms doesn't count as "rushing things"
You know the party's good when you say "Never have I ever caused an emergency landing" and someone drinks
I cried while dry heaving in the back of the car to the New York song with jay z in it. I was singing it inbetween gags.
I just felt emotion and I'm not okay with it
the last thing I remember is taking a pull of ever clear and chasing it with vodka
Some people are good at football, some people are good at painting, and he's good at being a fuckboy. Everyone has their talents.
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