so i used to love airports for the escalators... now its the bars... then the escalators after the bars
Every time my boyfriend threatens to commit suicide I change my relationship status as "widowed".
They call it the Collection Couch because all 4 room mates have slept with at least 3 different girls on it. He tried to seal the deal with "would you like to be number 14?"
And sadly I did.
he said he got tested two months ago... he goes with his whole family.
Not sure. We'll pass out on that bridge when we stumble to it.
Just rescued a super cute pair of Gucci heels off the sorority lawn on my way to work. Things are worth two paychecks. Fuck trust fund kids.
When my parents ask if I met any nice guys in California, I'm going to answer, "No, but I have gone home with alot of nice girls". Too much, too soon?
i'm about to be the still-drunkest person on the ellipticals
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
Still trying to figure out where I was when someone broke the lawn chair and put it in the bathroom.
Doing laundry. My jeans from last night smell like chicken wings and motor oil.
I think it's safe to assume that dad heard you lose your lesbian virginity last night
Day one of being single and I've came three times. I can get used to this.
I'm sitting here with a band aid on my labia, this is a first
i had to call the bar to ask if they found my bowling ball. That good of a night
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