im typing and i feel like my hands are on backwards.
Stop texting me, I'm right here.
I mean we're not committed. He's my first choice, sort of like miller lite. When I'm at the bar I'm going to order one, but if they don't maybe I'll go for a bud or blue moon. I'm certainly not going to stop drinking
i just went to use the bathroom this morning and I couldn't because there was someone puking in every stall. i'm going to miss the dorms this summer
in my lab write-up should i mention that i watered my plant with tequila?
Walking down the street at 11 pm dressed in bubble wrap. Why is the bar so fucking far away??
Also I'm sitting home alone with a big ass bowl of marshmallows right now just eating. It's so sad.
I want to get business cards and hand them to hot guys and say " hey if you ever want to like makeout and pretend it never happened call me"
Alive.
So much puke
This message brought to you by inappropriate slogans. Cotton candy, melting in your mouth like boners.
Thought about you all night last night, then I fucked the shit out of my boyfriend. Win win for me.
We just had sex on an abandoned logging road while wearing snow shoes. God bless Montana boys.
However many condoms you have, it isn't enough.
I wasn't going to drink. Then there was alcohol so I gave that up.
Who knew removing piercings would be so radical?
He almost got to me tonight but then I was like fuck it I'm going to dance with a teli-tubby on the bar so fuck you
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