your room smells of hookers.
And success
i watch way too much csi for them to even pretend to be my friend.
if I see one grey pube I'm spitting his penis out!
It was at that moment that I realized I was alone. Alone and drunk on an Epcot ride.
I thought of you while cleaning the forehead prints off my glass doors.
Hooking up with him would mean my type has officially become... drug dealer.
Seriously. There are at least 10 other people drinking at the bar with me at 10:40. Im justifying it with the fact that I've been up since 5am.
playing nyquil roulette. it entails taking shots of nyquil and hoping it doesnt kick in during sex or in public. game on.
I'm taking a leave of absence and sending myself to fat camp. I'll let you know when I'm out.
i don't knpow whats goin on i think theyre sacrificeing me to th tequila gods
So I wore a corset to school. Fuck laundry.
New low reached: a cockroach has actually drowned itself in our dirty dishes. We are heathens. Cleaning dance party tonight. No excuses.
Yup, found the vomit in the side compartment. My bad.
of fours songebofy did dknt stop believing
how legible are my texts
“before I show up tits a blazing, what’s the sexual temperature here?“
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