I've spent too much of my life staring at my bberry and counting to 5 to see if it blinks
I would have been "that girl" at the party last night if it wasn't for that girl who puked in the potted plant...
Is it a bad thing that the only time i wear nice clothes to class, is when i get too fucked up the night before and wear the same clothes i went out in?
how do you tell someone you stalk them in a non-creepy way
you don't.
I no longer question where these bruises come from... between the strip pole in the living room, the slipnslide in the hallway and our constant level of intoxication I will always be bruised...
You know it was a good weekend when; you leave a bi-lingual letter of apology on top of a stack of cash for hotel housekeeping.
He told me to fuck off at some point in the night. I think it was right before he jumped out of a moving car trying to get to another bar and made Abby cry.
I think my body is literally trying to get me to reproduce. "fuck someone! Anyone!" - my body
You don't know true terror until you get stuck in a porta potty while frying your face off.
You're such a good friend. You send me pictures of your boobs when I'm sad. I will always appreciate that.
It isn't easy. I met him at the gym. He wanted to go out he doesn't drive so I drove and he wanted Dairy Queen where his sister is the manager. This is dating in my 20's
I'm sorry I keep drunk texting your boyfriend sports updates.
That's okay. He needs friends too.
I'm not saying I love you. I never said I love you. I said that if earth blew up like Krypton you'd be the only person I would like to have inside me when our bodies burn up in a fiery inferno
I think I found my saving grace in the form of a beard at the bar.
april was a good month for me, sexually...doubled my number, had a threesome, fucked a girl for the first time and two different boys in one night. there should be a medal
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