Update: Discussing lingerie with my father. He likes sheer black things. Not into the colorful stuff I wear.
I glued a penny on the door Tricia believes its Patrick Swayze haunting our apartment. Fuckin potheads.
Just hungoverly hit my funny bone with a hot straightener. Triple threat.
4 random people called me telling me they found him sleeping in the fetal postion on a driveway 45 minutes after we lost him
I did nothing besides stay sober all night, I walked home to find max naked knocking cups off the counter with his cock lol
Christ, I really took the slutcake last night.
Wait. Someome brought slutcake?
I'm laying in my house looking at chocolate pudding drip from the ceiling onto my partially erect penis... Yay for shrooms!
You're telling me he never had to ask for a blow job and he STILL broke up with you? I call bullshit on that one.
Its perfect, I supply the pot she makes the brownies. I love the culinary dept.
I responded with "neat-o burrito" to his SEXT...he tried so hard and I just panicked.
I would just like to point out that a bandaid led to sex. The lesson here is always have a bandaid in your wallet.
Can i have the words "she went crazy and never came back" written on my grave?
My legacy here is being that tiny blonde girl that threw someone down and shouted "Fuck your face, I'm Dee Dee Ramone."
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
I'm crying during the second episode of Golden Girls that's how high I am.
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