I had a dream last night that we were eating cake at Mercy...hahaha. I'm furious I didn't see you.
I introduced my face to asphalt last night. They didn't get along.
called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
i love how people use prayer to talk shit about eachother in a 'holy' manner.
And by the way, how is me getting head even remotely comparable to you fucking 3 guys?
I remember pointing out how smooth my legs were to try to direct his attention away from my vagina.
She just rubbed her face all over pool chalk. I feel like it's time to go
Friends help friends remove their foot from the sunroof after an epic smoke sesh.
It's one of those nights that you wish to god someone would booty call you, and then realize you'll just be stuck here with your poptart...
And the funny thing is when I went to the kitchen this morning, all 4 pizzas were still there in their boxes, untouched. My question to you is: what were we eating last night?
Due to last night I think a roommate constitution should be made. The first law will be designed to prevent any chicks below a 4 to enter the house.
Nothing says "single girl" quite like Pinot Grigio and canned ravioli at 11:30 pm....
I've sent two unsolicited tit pictures in less than 24 hours. I'm the female version of a fuckboy.
My autobiography will be 500 pages of the words "I probably should've thought this through" typed over and over.
Woke up at 5am in an elevator... Pretty much tells you how my weekend went.
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