WORST DINGLEBERRY EVER
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
Jeremys mom is here. I gave her mad jello shots and now were griding. ima give it to her: ultimate payback for him fucking my gf.
Sorry if I ruined your sex last night with my constant text updates about the plot of Bolt.
So I guess I passed out face first on the ground while trying to grill last night
the cops were hovering over him then shinned a flashlight to the floor above ours, then I realized that some fucker jumped from the third story.
fuck our hall.
I am "lost the control of my head" high right now.
I'm pretty sure at any given moment you could wring out my liver and get a couple of shots of jäger.
I just want a whole pitcher of margarita and a headdress from party city and sit around and look like a fucking indian princess.
I like how my motivation to lose weight is so I can wear a nude bikini and get covered in body paint for the tribal party. Priorities.
So hungover. I dropped my keys and leaning over seemed a terrible idea. Instead I took my shoe off in the middle of the street and use my toes to pick them up. Think I'm a genius.
Look on the bright side: Now that I'm sleeping with both the exs it's good bye to drunk sexting the 'wrong one'.
Why did I ever allow that penis to enter my sacred temple?
We decorated the tree, drank wine, and he went down on me with Christmas music on in the background. Christmas IS coming.
I'm seeing how far I can grow my leg hair out before Jason will say anything. I'm up to an inch
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