Already got asked if we're dating
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
I think they gave out some kind of ugly girl scholarship I don't know about...
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
i don't want you to think of me as your TA
I am scared. I picture you doing a keg stand on a sinking ship with hula girls cheering you on. Please text me when you get back to shore...or now would be good
I feel like none of my dresses scream slut the way I'd like them to
It's amazing how not interested in talking to him I am since I've decided that he probably has chlamydia.
I'm totally wasted about to ride water slides. That's goddamn 'Merican. That and Clint Eastwood.
It wasn't so much skinny dipping. It more like skinny walking...through a fountain.
Nothing like a false "my-dad-found-my-weed" alarm on Christmas day.
Woke up with a text saying "when I get to see them titties again lil ma??" With 8 beads around my neck & an empty bottle of vodka in my arms.
GO RIDE HIS EYEBROWS INTO THE SUNSET
We had sex and then ordered pizza after. This relationship is looking good so far.
Ever had one of those went so hard last night you woke up at the foot of the bed naked wondering where your phone ended up?
Randomize