just went home with some hot chick. she has posters of the jonas brothers in her room. i basically ran out of the house.
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
Her name starts with A and ends with whore.
this isnt the person you just texted but i have her phone. she disappeared when the bacon came home and she hasn't returned since.
I feel like we're taking advantage of the fact that our R.A has cerebal palsey.
I thought about puking over the balcony or the bathroom and figured the balcony seemed much funner.
I love you. Happy valentines. Satin Patricks dayyyyyyyyyy. Alreadythrew up. Geeeeerait.
Someday. I cant very well invite myself to his dorm room. And I'm 28. The excuses to be drunk and running into him at uconn are rather slim. Although I'm working on it.
Hey, who is this? Sorry, you're in my phone as "you better remember".
i feel like i am made of mashed potatoes. i love cannabis pills so. fucking. much.
There is a car windscreen wiper in my handbag... Not my car's, not ok.
I just want to slap everyone in the face that's happy being sober. Loser.
UHG. i just want to have hot lesbian sex and eat pizza with you.
I can't find my keys and there's a hotdog in my purse.
alright well you definitely hurt his feelings though you told him he looked like he was going to an Amish community prayer meeting..
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