I think I died a long time ago.
My grandmother just explained bulimia to me as a diet
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
walked into the kitchen nd asked my mom what smells like tuna she replies" your sister" now i cant eat tuna...EVER!!!
A donut and a mojito for breakfast...Helloooooo Derby Wekkend!
I say that when we get our grades back we're making a drinking game out of it.
I thought it was kinda weird that her ten yearold sister was playing bartender, but hey, the girl makes a damn good drink
Talk me down man. Writing a paper drunk and about to buy Celine Dion's greatest hits.
You know, I had the money for a pregnancy test, but at the time, tacos were more important.
If you ever bitch out on 72oz margarita night again, this friendship is over
I am so juiced up on period drugs and coffee I feel like my skin is going to fall off.
And i'll likely end up sleeping in a bush wrapped up in my poncho
Also, do you have any insight as to WHY I have a note saved from the 17th of June that reads *clears throat*, "you got that swanky blues libido"
I can guarantee he will smoke me out and I won't feel bad about it because he gets to touch my butt.
"Uno más" are officially my least favorite words in the entire Spanish language.
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