went to the gyno and found out that i have a birthmark on my clit. its like god gave guys a little help when it comes to getting me off.
i would bitch about being this hungover, but honestly im just happy to be alive after this weekend
He texted me for a bootycall at 2:00am so I rolled outta bed and shaved my legs but then he decided he wasn't coming over...he lost his bootycall privileges
All I need is the Internet and a place to drink.
there is a video of me on Facebook getting mad at a trash bin what the fuck was in your Pepsi
I just called the on campus pharmacy and asked the pharmacist to tell me how each one of my medications will react with "excess alcohol consumption". And I'm not even ashamed...I've reached a new low.
The whorange rubbed off. His white shirt was so gross at the end of the night I told him to frame it.
last thing I remember was someone walking in on me sitting in the bathtub listening and singing along to Britney spears "Till the world ends" on repeat.
He has a bathrroom scale in his room with an alarm attached to it so anything over 150 sets it off and in his drinking stupper he can make a run for it.
Well my mom knows that the welt I had on my forehead last month was the result of a sex accident. This holiday sucks
I'm sure as hell not getting hoodwinked into going back to rehab again
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
Your drunk self managed to not pee on anyone's bed
Go me
I'm actually proud
I am in the parking lot of CVS in Auburn. I think a truck full of Plan B and regret just arrived.
Of course his biggest mistake was assuming that I ever gave a fuck to begin with.
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