no, i'm proud of you. this is the happiest you've been since you discovered that bowls can be used as cups if you don't feel like washing dishes.
Did I tell you that you looked cute last night? I looked at the pictures. I lied.
you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
i think there mostly mad about the fact it was 6 pm not the fact i blew a .255
I feel as though the word "tired" has become synonymous with "too high to manage the stairs" lately
I WALKED myself out of breath. And I'm lost I'm a Tim Hortons parking lot. That's how hungover I am.
My god. His mom just smacked my ass. Does this mean I'm accepted??
I gave up on alcohol forever for like 2 hours, that's got to be a new record
But you've got to admit , for how blackout I was I look fucking unreal in those pictures
Another day, another engagement, another cat
Everyone is now just referring to it as "the night Hannah couldn't get laid" so needless to say you didn't miss much
I just fully woke up, never smoking that much weed again. I had stress dreams about your house being surrounded by a lake and we kept losing our cars in it.
I just shaved my "bikini area" into a fucking pizza slice
it was one of those unspoken contracts of silence like "I teach your daughter and you work at a strip club"...I don't tell if you don't
I should be in a better mood, I just went home and had a quickie on my lunch break.
I had a sandwich.
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