I got so high last night I started crying because i couldn't stop thinking about how scary space is
Knitting and drinking wine. Forget my 21st birthday, might as well just skip to my 60th
i love you. like a brother. a brother that i had sex with more than once.
Quite frankly, I consider the fact that I'm NOT pregnant one of my greatest achievements and I'd like to chronicle that ongoing success. I'm going to post pictures of me at "0 weeks" once a week.
Also I smoked away my sore throat last night. It's a 420 miracle.
saying that you may be able to suck the gay out of me was just my way of getting a blowjob...thank you for the valiant effort.
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
It's getting increasingly easier to use his emotional instability to my advantage. That's about all he has going for him right now.
Priorities: waking up on your doorstep desperately clutching half a meatball marinara but with no sign of your keys, purse or housemate. Where are you?!
I knew when her mom came in spraying me with Febreeze telling me I smelled like shame it was going to be a rough day.
All I remember is a very aggressive two-stepper who inadvertently made me give myself a black eye with my own beer
Word of advice, don't put your jar if peanut butter in the microwave, blue fire comes out
Is the party worth it?
I am drink. Beer pony and singing.
Waiting on the notification from my fitness pal that tells me I'm an alcoholic
God gave you your own nipples for a reason.
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