So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
don't look now, but that cross eyed girl is staring at you... and me.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
my grandma was just praying before dinner, and before she could finish my gpa lifted his glass and said 'and here's to avatar!'
some guy just walked up to the bench i was on, backflipped off of it, gave me his number and walked away....i love this city
woke up on the kitchen floor in the recovery position. at least drunk me remembered sober me's emt training
I am soup sandwich. I have been at dAnce party
He came inside me, looked me in the eye and said, "Happy Mother's Day"
I'm glad they extended train service last night. People crying, screaming, throwing up, fighting and peeing themselves on a train made me feel like I've got my shit together.
I'm with some lesbians. Somehow I offended them and the Justin Beiber one told me I was fat.
Btw I'm currently writing a paper in a beer garden. Be proud.
Please don't call my dad a fuckpuppet, I feel like that would be awkward to explain later.
I wouldn't know what to do. You never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face.
Im eating leftover Easter ham in a bubble bath. What has my life come to?
She acted like falling "up" the stairs was a fucking physics phenomenon. I call that Tuesday nights.
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