It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
In case you were wondering, you weren't dreaming. I really did get stuck between my bed and the wall last night.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
why dont you just whore around college until someone loves you...thats how it works for girls isnt it?
thursday was literally the first time i didnt drunk eat since the bush administration and it was only because i was fucking someones boyfriend. making a mental note to do that more often.
he made me have a moment of silence for the half of my ice cream cone i threw away.
woke up with the bag of wine duct taped to my shoulder.
at least you know where his tattoos end, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
we went 3 years between hookups and she got a lot better. Amanda's moving way up the booty call pecking order.
fat people need to stop using the handicapped bathroom stall so I can have sex in it. it's common logic
Let's play, "guess how long my Neighbours have been watching me dance naked".
What's dad's email?
askmom@cause.idk
Why is there a traffic cone in the shower? And did you wash it with my body wash? It smells nice.
I always make inappropriate sexual decisions during the holidays
Randomize
