am i at home because theres a dig starrrrring at me and i dont know wit plus i haer sirens. run fast.
Enough with studying for finals. Time to put that my little pony coloring book to use.
It's always exciting to touch a new boob.
Smoked a bowl on a rollercoaster. Literally ON. Beat that.
i woke up surrounded by junior mints. not to mention, there was a huge pyramid of natty cans baracading the door shut. this is why i can't drink alone.
is this the sara with the beer cane?
thats what you get for writing a paper after liquor pitchers
its only a rough draft.
hey i found one of your nipple clamps under my couch, i miss you!
Apparently my type is "guy whose parents had unprotected sex on Halloween". Last week was my ex's, my FWB's, and the guy I'm seeing's birthdays.
Watching the wiggles while tripping on acid is the scariest fucking thing of all time
i can't even hate his new girlfriend cuz she survived a fucking brain tumor. like that's just not fair.
he asked me where I was going to school, and then we started having sex, and I answered his question forty five minutes later after we were done. It was the chilliest thing ever.
I drank so much that my feet don't feel like my feet
seriously considering getting an electric blanket rather than sleeping with guys this winter for warmth.
Seriously my new passion in life is the girth of his penis
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