She said so on her MySpace, so it's gotta be true.
Hes a 32 yr old divorced sailor that calls me almost every night drunk begging me to call him big daddy. I think i might need to change my number.
Just got my period. I'm not pregnant with Scott's child and I won't be having any sex tonight. This must be what they mean by bittersweet.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
At least my fat-chick-ratio has not been that bad this semester ...
Be still, my beating vagina.
we should drop off a car at the police station before going out tonight so we can drive home in the morning
You face planted into a car door. And somehow didn't drop your burrito.
margarita monday on the first day back? my gpa is telling me noo! but my heart is telling me goo! I am conflicted..
I just walked in on my sixteen year old sister soaking her tampon in vodka. I go to Berkeley. And they think she's the good daughter.
And my nipple is sore from him biting it. That is not a complaint.
i will not be out-irished. not this night. if i don't wake up tomorrow handcuffed to a hospital bed, i have failed my ancestors.
I FOUND THE LEGS
I just had sex on my divorce papers. I've never felt so poetic.
Tis the season to play Pocahontas! (AKA: Eat a bunch of acid and run around the yard barefoot, the first person to see the colors of the wind, wins!)
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