So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
i'm not a human right now. not even a dancer.
just when i thought things couldnt get worse, the batteries died in my vibrator.
I'm not even planning on drinking that much tonight.. but I'm writing "emergency contact number" and your number on my hand just in case
i'm watching the tyra show: "women who beat up their boyfriends" - lets see how she can make THIS one all about herself too.
I mean I found and stalk his moms facebook.. that obsessed.
hey as creepy as this sounds i still have your eyelashes on my desk
Well today was Thanksgiving Anti-Miracle Daydrinkathon so I had to be drunk by 2pm
He tried peeing out of the sunroof.
I just banged your sister. Thats what you get for takibg my lunch money in 2 grade, boom, boom fiyyaa powaa
Lmao. We just snorted some mystery powder uriah found packged up in my car, that i know has been in there almost a year... Its adventure time.
To be honest i'm almost glad he got arrested. His girlfriend and i kept making out so i'm pretty sure the alternative was a threesome. Now we're just the trashy girls who visit him in jail.
Like I owe him sex. Hell fucking no. I owe myself sex. With a celebrity. Or a clean pornstar. Who knows.
he just left the suite without pants on wrapped in Christmas lights
I am so stoned. And there are so many white people in this Jack in the Box.
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