so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
I need a slap back to reality. Or at least a slap back to homosexuality
I'm drive I can fine osifer
It is virtually impossible to listen to single ladies and perform any seated task.
it feels like theres a golf ball between my legs. the sex was totally worth it tho.
There's a high school volleyball camp on campus this summer. I'm definitely going to jail.
I answered the door to some Jehovah Witnesses hungover and wearing nothing but a white tshirt. I think they made it the church goal to reform me, we've gotten four pamphlets. My mom's going to make me convert if they keep coming.
Aaaand my life has been reduced to whether I can reach to flush my puke down the toilet using my foot. The answer is yes.
Last night we looked at each other with an expression of "fuck I am so done being normal", took off our shirts, and danced around in our bras
She danced with a broom while telling me I was "cool as shit" and she "wishes she could take a portion of my big ass and attach it to hers" then she passed out
I want to tell you your future: you're going to be having sex
i'm drinking soco out of a mickey mouse cup right now. i love it when college and my childhood meet in the middle.
I got wing sauce on the baby and licked it off. If you were wondering how I'm doing.
so do you remember taking your shirt off and just standing in your bra at the bar or no?
Have you actually looked at the corn flakes box? I don't think the rooster has a soul.
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