Any day that starts with a call from my ex-bf... crying... is a good day.
It's 3am, i just got back from ht e bars and registered for classes larteeeeee. History of baseball at 8am? at least ill meet the only stragiht gusy at NYU!
she just asked me to help her create a twitter page for edward cullen's hair.... seriously.
she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
it felt like the flash was giving me a handjob
I found bruises on my neck from barfing out the window.
all im saying is that if he was a normal person, he would have fucked me by now.
I just want brownies and waffles and someone to lick my tits
I want to show up to tomorrow's study group looking like I got hit by a train. A train made of dicks.
I've orgasmed four times in the past 24 hours. And my mom's dropping off cookies later
he was like captain planet, but less blue and more nakeed
I thought my neighbors locked me out of the building. Then I remembered I was drunk. PUSH AND TURN.
I wouldn't marry anyone who wouldn't symbolically fuck a doughnut with a sausage though.
Just took acid. Wish me luck.
I worked out twice today and you're dropping acid. My life sucks.
If sleeping with your boss doesnt scream job security i dont know what does.
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