I don't think brook has ever known best
I think I am the only girl in the world who would be proud of these scars from rug burn.
maybe we can find two twins tonight and bang them together and then my life is complete
Ugh why does it have to be margarita Monday. Why can't it be pants off dance off beer pong but with jager Monday.
That awkward moment when you can't tell what smells like tacos: you, the cat, or the strange guys blanket your so tenderly swaddled in.
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
It'll be a pair of asscheeks that light up when they're summoned.
I just spilled grey goose in my hair. You could say I keep it classy for the family Christmas parties.
Nothing wrong with a few meaningless hookups. Keeps the mind occupied and the body satisfied
Just zoned back in to real life and found myself chanting "noodle eater noodle eater noodle eater" at my parrot as he devoured a single macaroni
Woke up at my x's house. He said I talked about how much I love panda's for fourty five minutes. Then made him watch The Little Mermaid with me. Made the walk of shame infront of his mom. Things can only really go up from here.
Wait till you get home.
He just showed up at my house with a giant box of Trojans and a 6-pack of Yoohoo "for a special treat afterwards". I'm in love.
Let's just grow old together and be the crazy ladies that sit on the park bench, drinking booze from flasks and loudly talk about people who walk by.
Come home... I’m drinking and playing with knives
Im going for myspace 2006 goth bitch. Your worst nightmare
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