I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
we've been dating more than a month and i just realized there's no hair on his chest..
you've had sex with him. you must've seen him naked.
nah, i feel like naked sex would be getting too serious for us..
Don't blame the cocaine for your eating disorder.
Im not moving so it's going to have to be a 3 some.
I took his sheets with my when I left seeing that I underestimated my period. Also grabbed a 6-pack out of the fridge because breakfast is the most important meal of the day & I don't do other peoples laundry for free.
My mouth tastes like what I imagine a hobo's skin would taste like.
This is the Santa Claus of hangovers. It just keeps giving.
Only three months past my 21st and I'm done. So many life lessons in so little time.
If I got everything I wanted in the world, I would have been forcing soup down your throat hours ago
I was a little curious what "unspeakable" things he could possibly do to my feet
The homeless woman that called me a "dirty looking cunt" the other day, was standing outside Starbucks today with a sign that said "Jesus loves you."
how fucking stupid do you have to be to think I'm going to accept your friend request months after falling asleep during one night stand sex?
The Vicodin is in the strawberries.
All im saying is that my face might fall off.
I got a pots and pans set and a vibrator. Merry Crisis.
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