We made a percocet pizza. And then i made an unfortunate decision.
I'm returning our mountain of beer cans, while wearing a Budweiser sweatshirt. i don't look like an alcoholic.
It's not just about fucking anymore... We decided we're actually in like now..
If you're missing hair this morning, i'm sorry in advance
he broke up with me while standing outside, half naked, waiting to fuck him. i feel like a leper right about now.
Fuck morning classes and our weekday drinking habits.
Getting up is taking longer than anticipated. Alcoholic fish bowls have made getting out of bed a multitstep process.
I JUST WANT TO HAVE MILDLY SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE SEX WITH HIM AND CALL HIM CUPCAKE.
We need a full length mirror. I just ate it trying to look at my shoes on the toilet. But aside from a arm bruise I'm good to go
I am not working on the very first day I can throw up alcohol that I legally bought and drank.
did i make more ranch sandwiches last night
you had 4
This time last year I was crying in a church parking lot without shoes or a bra, so the years can only go up from here
just found the "let's take a picture before we do these roommates" before picture
thank god there was never an after picture.
he broke off the kiss to ask "can I grab your boob?" like props for asking for clear and concise consent but there HAS to be a sexier way to do it
I don't wanna SLEEP with him, I want to start bar fights with him. There's a difference.
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