: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
The dr is doing well, he randomly asked if I was bi
i take joy in having bigger boobs than others
Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
There is something depressing about eating toast in a dark living room by myself using a paper plate that says: "Let's Party!"
Just told my mom sparks is a health drink. Officially getting hammered on the way to the beach.
You blackout rapped the entire DMX song Party Up last night at karaoke without looking at the screen. Then you Tebowed on stage, hugged a black guy, puked in a garbage can, then left. You deserve a medal.
Or maybe my penis is just the key to their locked boxes of crazy, and I unleash their wrath upon all of mankind just so I can get my nut off
He could smell the liquor on my breath. Fuck. I thought he would smell French toast.
FOUND: my underwear in the cabinet above the toilet. What the actual fuck.
Like I cant decide if he's like autistic or something or just seriously cock blocks himself on purpose with this shit
He told me that if he broke my bed my bed durring sex he would take me to ikea, but only on Monday because it's all you can eat meatballs. I think I'm in love.
He's giving me the absolute bare minimum amount of attention. Like whatever motherfucker, I've had like six super likes on tinder today
fuck sobriety. I want to wake up tomorrow in a park or some shit.
right now I am washing the alcohol and shame off from last night
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