Well you will be happy to know that aaron carter hit on me
Covered in glitter and dick. 2010 feels a lot like 2009.
we were so high last night we were cutting bread with my iphone
i don't want you to think of me as your TA
you yelled "who's job is it to keep me from breaking shit" and then immediately ripped off the molding as you fell down the stairs.
He yelled out my full name in bed...I felt like I was being scolded.
Bathrooms are cool, I think Im just gonna hang out here for a bit.
Hickies on top of my hickies. I need a leash and/or a positive female role model
it wasnt even considered partying. it was like "ok, who can get the most shitfaced and not pass out"
Boobs are also good for catching the vodka gummy bears that miss my mouth
I'm pretty sure you and I ate the entire Keebler elf weed workshop
Friendly reminder that on the walk home you tripped but instead of falling to the sidewalk, you tried to save it and ended up headbutting my ex-boyfriend in the balls. ILU.
I may quit my job to go be a costumed Jedi at Disneyland.
You're never gonna guess who's blood is on my shirt
Why do I feel like I really don't want to hear the end of this...
we were running around the halls trying to bloodhound search out the source of the weed smell, but we ran into six other people doing the same thing, and they all said they assumed it was us.
Randomize
