week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
you left your shoes but remembered to take your vodka. i see where your priorities are.
At home depot. Final room inspection is tmrow, gotta paint over the puke stains
Spotted: woman loading franzia into a toddler-sized shopping cart for her child to push. Beautiful.
You played a drinking game to fat people crying. It's a long climb to the moral high ground, why bother?
Dude I woke up and he was pissing in the corner on his clothes... I called his name an he replied " I got this" and continued.
Sent him a snap chat of him eating me out so he can relive the moment.
It was dumb but not something to force me into sobriety
must go to store soon wiping with panty liner ugh
How long until you're healed?
Physically? A week or so. Emotionally? The scars of dislocating my knee at a frat and flashing my panties to the whole crowd wi never heal.
Who says no to sex and donuts?!
Hey, I left a taco in your dishwasher.
the last thing is remember is that strange guy in the leotard...i woke up in my bed, naked, with a half eaten grilled cheese on my nightstand, a six pack in the fridge, a new pack of cigarettes on my pillow and coke in my purse. apparently i bought some drugs, shopped and cooked. typical.
My hands smell like penis... I can't even remember the last time i touched a penis, but my hands say i did. Oh the mystery.
I know it sounds cheesy, but i think both me and her mum know they are "thanks for being so cool about finding nudes of your daughter on the camera" flowers
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