She kept screaming "yeah! You pick up my books!" the whole time. . .
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
I'm a fake celebrity on twitter. I need a life.
This house was built for laser tag.
I wish there was some sort of "recently added" function for blackberrys so i could see what random numbers i got from the night before
Lindsay lohan: road to jail is on E tonight. Bring vodka we are not missing an opportunity to make a drinking game out of this
U shoulda just taken her to a stall and banged her and let me watch the game. Some friend u r.
Nobody knew what to do when it was dead. You said fire up the George Foreman, I've never ate baby shark. She hasn't stopped crying.
We ran out of wine so we are trying the absinthe you brought over from Spain like 3 years ago. Please call me at noon tomorrow. If we die, its your fault
I just realized I turned down a booty call too. To make cheesecake. God help us all
I haven't been motivated enough for a shirt. And only half the day was bra-worthy.
we played animal sounds and i linked arms with her cuz we were both cats....fate and my community college drama teacher have chosen my one night stand
I'm gonna look back at these days one day and be like "damn I shoulda been turnt but I was in bed instead watching netflix"
i regret nothing
brb throwing up in the dishwasher
i regret everything
We walked around last night for hours saying nothing but nom nom nom and barking at each other.
Randomize
