another moral hangover. fuck.
its not stalking. its research.
How can it be called memorial day weekend....I don't even remember this weekend
He gave me a promise ring. He promised that he will imagine me as every girl he fucks in college.
there is a baby dancing on the table amidst the smoke of multiple cigarettes. i want to trade lives with that baby.
Just ate a whole pizza by myself. Wearing my indian headdress again. its really cool with the french braids. I look like fucking pocahontas or some shit.
No one suspects that a sweet girl who is excited about her anniversary with her bf just blew her partner at work in a communal area a few hours ago, so its cool.
And fyi howling is not an acceptable form of communication.
I have discovered my latent superpower. If a friend is dating a bi chick they will inevitably try and talk me into a threesome.
I'm so high. Midnight pancake breakfast in bed
This is a friendly reminder to try not to shit on the toilet seat. If our 4 year old can manage it, I think you can too.
I smell like cotton candy and guilt.
I know I drink too much cuz "ssssjllapph peneinssesss" automatically comes up in my phone now.
I'm either hallucinating or there is a dying cat outside my apartment....
Any luck with the purse?
No, though I did find her weed. Also her sons name is King. I'm uncertain how I feel about that
Randomize