so i slept on a park bench last night...no hobo
called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
Honey, If i waited till marriage I wouldnt know what a dick tasted like.
Every time he makes fun of me for anything I just remind myself he ate ice cream out of a strippers vagina
i'm just sitting here watching hocus pocus, eating takeout, and taking self esteem quizzes online while everyone is out partying. you tell me how my night is.
Ahhh sometimes you just need a thermos of whiskey in the library
Instead of sending me a picture of his dick, he sent me a drawing of it on drawsomething. This game is getting out of control.
I wish I was a power ranger. Also the universe is immense. Like it never ends. Never.
my memory may be fuzzy, but the 20+ naked pictures I sent him were surprising clear
I knew I was in trouble when she kept referring to the next day as things we should do
So you brought her to my house and left her on my couch.
I think we need to stage an Intervention. Her Instagram is a call for help.
He has blue eyes of sex and i am powerless against them
Doesn't tell me where my computer chair went but good to know
She ordered an O'douls. That was the end of that date
I woke up naked in this guys bed and the first thing I start saying is it's super bowl Sunday like I was yelling
You know it's NBA season when you compare head to 3 pointers.
Randomize
