I walk of shamed back from his dorm in costume while his dad and brother were waiting outside to drive him home. his dad apologized to me. my life never gets old.
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
Day 3. Will have to postpone job hunting by a month. May have blown out my knee. Was sunburned on Friday. Now look painted red. Still alive. All worth it.
While at warped tour today a girl was crowd surfing and her vagina landed in my face, I call that a successfull day.
It just gets louder and louder too...dear god. Her poor vagina.
Somehow I got food poisoning AND alcohol poisoning in the same night. Its like everything I love is trying to kill me. I'm waiting for my tv to make its move.
He's my BOYFRIEND but he won't sext me. I'll be like, "tell me how you want to fuck me", and he's like, "I love how we can talk about our feelings". FUCK
He was twisted. Literally. It's like God took his dick with a pair of pliers and gave it a half twist to the left.
Oh if we have sex in public no one will frown upon it. They will stand and cheer for it
Okay well we need to be adults. We're gonna end up with diabetes or some shit.
Eating a TV dinner and watching Goosebumps on Netflix, the sad, sad title of my autobiography.
I don't know if dry shampoo will fix the decisions we made last night.
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
It was pretty awesome. I drank out of a stein and attempted to dance to dubstep with some older guys in leiderhosen.
I feel so accomplished. I've cleaned my room, done laundry, called those places, gotten jobs, and masturbated.
I'm so proud of you.
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