i just rode the bull and i see vomit in my future.
is it bad if i hope guys are like edward cullen and can read my mind. i could be a whore in disguise.
He can't get past my hymen. At least that's what he said it feels like.
aparently i pased my english final. I don't even remember taking it.
Whatever you do to me, stop, I found yet another blonde hair in my asshole.
It's been a long time since I felt this bad on a Monday... and for that, I thank you.
and by clear my head i mean get drunk and cry myself into oblivion.
You're not on my level until you shop at Petsmart for sex accessories.
You may want to re-read your sent texts from last night. You were texting me about your "fire shits" spelled 6 different ways between 3 and 5:30 AM.
Apparently "I have the beer shits" isn't the excuse my boss wanted to hear. So sue me
Also I just took Ritalin with coffee so if anyone wants to know what numbers sound like, I got you
Your actions as of last night have earned you over thirty new nicknames.
When Dad gets to your house, ask him about the sound of anal beads. Happy Thanksgiving!
I better get weekly incoherent text messages or I will assume something is wrong.
Tell me you're alive little brother. And please tell me you didn't get arrested. You made no fucking sense last night in your random texts and pictures you were sending me.
Randomize
