she lunged for my junk like it was the cure for swine flu
P.S. I can't hear my feet
I'm about to take my first shit since thursday. I'm scared. pray for me. If I don't make it, tell my family I love them.
i keep seeing random pieces of my outfit all around town.
surprisingly enough, it isn't that uncomfortable to have sex with a heart monitor on
i would bitch about being this hungover, but honestly im just happy to be alive after this weekend
It's pitch dark except for the glow sticks, someone turned the heat up as high as it would go and the bathroom is flooded. Also think I just stepped on someone's face.
I don't judge her for getting booty calls at 2 in the morning, so she can't judge me for staying in friday nights and putting spray cheese on pringles.
You're welcome to join, but just to warn you, tequila makes my clothes disappear. And I'm telling you that as an adult to an adult, not as your supervising teacher who decides whether or not you graduate.
She was wasted talking to my dad about the hunger games than she passed out in the shower and flooded the hotel room...
Did we almost burn down the bar last night? I guess flaming shots were a bad idea.
i need some magic done to my vagina
I went down on her on the dining room table. That should count for something.
that game of battleshots got way too fucking intense. why does the couch have burn marks now.
I'm fucked-out. That state of being high between fucked up and passed out.
Randomize
