Tonight, I'm planning on being a bigger trainwreck than Britney Spears circa 2007.
sounds like you fell off the wagon.
fuck falling off. at this point, the wagon is a dot on the horizon.
talked to my RA about stamps and mailmen again. when do you think she'll realize that i only talk to her when i'm high?
Too long to explain. Basically I started an electircal fire. No one was hurt except for a box of cereal near the outlet.
It was as if you forgot how to speak normally. All of your words came out either backwards or in song form
we fucked while standing on a ladder. challenging, but worth it.
I still don't understand how I went from crying to blowing you in like two minutes.
First day of class and I'm in a bar drinking pitcher #3. Foreshadowing?
I won't go into too much detail about this but you should probably wash your sheets. In bleach. Or just burn them. Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed bro. Enjoy scotland.
the only good thing about going home with him was that he was prettier than me.
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
there's a drunk hobo under the bridge wearing a jester hat and screaming at women
Every time I start to think he's just not worth the trouble, he puts his face down there and I wanna buy him a car
Strip club or gay bar tonight?
I am an emotionally compromised bisexual.
Honestly I really just want to do you in the mail truck. Thought about it a lot today
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