i took an adderall last night to write a paper. i ended up watching 7 hours of roseanne and couldn't look away
no memory loss, but i'm unhappy with my memories
better to have posed nude and lost than to never have posed nude at all...thats what i always say
I'm walking down the street with a Starbucks in one hand and a flask in the other. People seem to have a staring problem
i can't sleep with him. he has a scrapbook from the girl he lost his virginity to.
i'll just tell him I slept with them both because we needed to compare notes
Apparently, I kept going on about how i'm going to name my first born Ramen. I think this is a good parenting move.
She was the shot vending machine at the party. But free.
the last thing I heard was you screaming as the rodeo team herded you to the next party
Most people would probably take his lack of responses as a queue to stop. But nope, not me. I just keep going. And that's why I don't have a bf, just a little weinered friend
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
This morning confirmed it...there's no maybe about it. She definitely wasn't born with it. It was definitely the Maybelline.
I JUST WOKE UP WITH MY UBER DRIVER
If you find my integrity anywhere, please tell it to come back home
I don't know what that means but it's making me want to fuck you.
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