Is it wierd that I kind of wish I could hang out with Melissa Joan Hart?
just scratched off #34 on my list of things to do before age 30 - drunk in a helicopter.
On your way out, lock the front door. And by lock the front door, I mean find the door handle, reattach it, and then lock it.
I HAVE FLAVORED BLOW. THIS SHOULD NOT EXISIT.
For the record it's 1026 and you told me I could leave you in the bathroom.
How bad is it if you swallow a really small piece of glass? Be optimistic if possible I'm anxious about it.
Mr. Clingalot just ran from our apartment. What the hell?
I started to cry afterward and mumble random things. Examples: "God, please don't make me be so gay anymore" and "my mom is going to be so proud of me for fucking a dude this time." It was that or let him stay the night and cuddle. I mean, fuck that horrible shit I'm a girl that needs her space.
Oh and apparently Friday night I came home and tried assembling the Christmas tree until my mom just told me to go to bed. Blackout.
I vote for a trading skills night. You teach me to juggle, I'll teach you knife fighting, and we'll both learn banjo
I don't have to hold her hair back as she blows me but I do have to hold the ball on the Santa hat
Just so you know the unusual amount of skittles on your floor is entirely your own fault. You bought me 20 bags of them while I was high.
My diet fell off the wagon when I began texting the pizza delivery guy my location on frat row.
i'm not so sure everythign we did last night was legal...
I think my life is a one-way ticket to blackout city.
Aw. You're having cute FaceTime with your fiance, I'm trying to convince myself not to booty call a 42 year old. #adulting
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