all we did was drink wine and talk about how people who dont have facebook dont exist.
So if we break up over this are you still gonna come over and do my dishes?
Why does it always end up with me crying in my car.
Also, the wait staff kept prematurely clearing my Manhattans. Not sure if it was an oversight or a hint.
Oh, and she's that dumb bitch that goes out in public in full make up and sweats with uggs. I hope she falls face first in a bowl of queso and drowns
I may or may not have shit out a layer of my liver after that weekend.
My week is over as of 8pm tonight, and I'm herpes free...Let's rage
Man...I want to get monumentally fucked tonight.
Also the fuck cup must be buried with me
Reasons I shouldn't drink... My twitter drafts keep getting more and more emotional.
After we had breakup sex it took him longer to say goodbye to my boobs than it did to me...
I was going to learn how to knit but I got high instead.
my mom asked if I found my Easter basket. it's 1PM & I got home an hour ago from last night. if I'm looking for anything, it's my dignity.
holy shit I was not prepared for her to whip out that dildo
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
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