I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
After he finished I threw up my arms and shouted STEVE HOLT!
IM NOT LETTING YOU PEE ON ME IF THATS WHAT YOURE GETTING AT.
i dont know what to do
with your life?
no, with my silly bandz, im already wearing 3
I made him drop me off at the wrong house waited for him to leave and crawled through several fences so he couldnt stalk me. How was your night?
This is one of those times where I really wish my vagina could tell me what happened last night.
I've given up for the day already. I just wanna eat cheesecake and hide from her.
I feel that the drunker I get, the drunker Facebook gets.
Bitch, it's 2 in the afternoon.
Woke up in her bed this morning with a half used condom stuck to the side of my face
How can a condom be "half used"?
apparently i tried to facetime the drunk bus last night, that's probably why we had to walk back to campus
Drunk ass.
I just KNEW this was gonna happen. NEVER say "all the free Jameson you can drink" around Tina.
being serenaded is actually kind of awkward 2/10 do not reccommend
you bleached my bangs. i have an interview later today and you assholes bleached my bangs.
My mother is currently smoking weed with a dying bee so his last moments aren't miserable. And she wonders why I rescued a grasshopper missing a leg.
I just puked into a clean basket of laundry.
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