either we just had an earthquake or I am really good @ masturbating
Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.
dude last night I threw my weed into my back yard. there is now a foot of snow. after an hour I found my weed. if I put that effort into school, i'd have a 4.0.
i could have sworn she did an overextended split with her legs over her head but now i think it was just the drugs
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
he's my ex-boyfriend's best friend... he tried to make out with me to prevent me from hitting his friend. then they almost fought about it.
teach me your ways.
I have a meeting at work in an hour, I'm so hungover going outside is NOT happening there are roads and shit I'll totally get myself killed.
It's just unfortunate that I still have the image of him having sex with me fresh in my mind
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me
They forgot my ranch. They're dead to me.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
I don't think anything is more terrifying than the thought that you might shit your pants in front of your boss
final thoughts: i just want someone into choking me out, weed and anime
p.s i need to stop drunk texting my mom. she brings up text convos all the time and i have no idea what shes talking about...
I just didn't expect to have anal in a retail store at 9 AM on a Tuesday.
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