stalking is really helping my grade.. I followed him to a review session tonight
I woke up at 2 in my clothes with a defrosted steak in my pocket, no drinky this week at all.
how should i feel about a person who brings a box of eggo waffles on the plane as a carry on?
It's okay, I climbed on the roof of the bar to get my shoe back. This may become a Saturday tradition. I'll keep you updated
We attempted to microwave fifteen corndogs in the microwave and may have ruined it. Also there were fake mustaches on all of his appliances...he said he doesn't like drunk me.
Didn't get the job. Searched for my references on FB and saw the pic of me weighing my head passed out.
I just did a Kegel and my back popped. My vagina is a gift to penises everywhere.
so apparently going to a christian rock concert dressed as Jesus is horribly inappropriate.
I felt that there wouldn't be enough planB and forgiveness to go around
This morning was so rough I can't even. I was cutting up vegetables for my omelet on the floor. THE FLOOR. I sat on the floor because I felt like I was gonna vom.
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
He called me at 4 a.m. and wanted me to drive him to McDonald's then drop him off at home. It wasn't even a booty call, it was a fucking chauffeur call.
PS: bike ride of shame at 7am includes riding by kids waiting for the school bus #classy
Do you ever just feel the storm building inside of you that tells you you're ready for a giant indiscriminate fuckfest?
If so I'm coming over there. There's no way I'm having "hello, how are you" conversations with my neighbors on acid
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