Please dont use Danity Kane lyrics to describe your emotions.
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
there's a girl in the library on mysapce. she must have missed the memo.
The more I stare at her and block out what she's actually saying with thoughts of what she could be saying, the more interested I become
I remembered to bring wine in a nalgene bottle, but I forgot sunscreen and water. I'm starting to question my life decisions.
The sex I just had was not worth missing a girls night out.
I feel like I wont be making enough money to support my frivilous lifestyle of beer and mcdonalds
My liver is begging me not to go, but sadly enough for him my feet and hands control me getting there.
The pastor just stopped the sermon to lay hands on me. THAT hungover.
being sober in physics class makes me realize the regularity with which i show up to it still drunk
I legitimately thought I was gonna die getting finger banged to ja rule in the back of your car last night.
My flask has coffee in it for finals week.. So that's responsible right?
Not really how I planned to achieve immortality, but I'll take it.
Btw, the reason I have a black eye is bc I needed to puke so hard yesterday morning; I whipped up the toilet seat so fast that I railed myself in the face. Then spent the rest of the day more carefully puking. Kind of why I'm not in the mood for drinking.
should i be that dick who brings a carpet in an uberpool
Why are you moving a carpet?
it's unimportant
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