my "about me" section on Facebook should read "hell-bound alcoholic who wants to fuck a 40-year-old crackhead"
the worst part of it wasnt him peeing on the xbox. it was when he showed me his penis and made a kissy face at me. THAT was painful.
please explain to me why there is a shopping cart in my living room.
I'm eating dry tortillas on a mattress without a sheet. and i thought my life would change after graduation.
Not rlly sure. Might just drink and sleep. Gotta wake up for my last rabies shot lol
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
we found him. outside on the balcony, sitting on a bucket, with his pants off, swearing he was'nt taking a dump
Idk. The last coherent text said something about $25 & dimes. And then...it's just letters...
Went to a wedding reception last night, came home with a Christmas tree and the rest of the keg
her wearing orange crocs at the bar was definitely a great form of contraception
I just masturbated and watched youtube makeup videos, which was just an extension of masturbation.
In 2014 only three boys have seen my boobs so far
It's just unfortunate that I still have the image of him having sex with me fresh in my mind
Why r u in my phone under "the last survivor"?
LACE UP YOUR GODDAMN SHOES
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