Last night is one of those stories you hear about on 20/20 right after they make a law banning 90% if what I did.
i'm officially boycotting relationships. hello random hook ups and treating men like meat.
its like whenever the snow comes all the hott girls drop out of school. where are they
Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
Some fat girl belted her graduation gown. That is not a good look for anyone.
I'm not sure which is worse. The fact that I slept with him last night, or the fact that you did too.
My drug dealer is making me hot tea during the snowstorm...I'm a fan.
Oh and in case you were wondering it is not a good idea to eat weed brownies and then go out to the bar. When I got off the bar stool my high had just hit me and I felt like Bambi taking his first steps
just walked into the study room and found an empty bottle of vodka and a passed out freshman. Did you have anything to do with this?
Besides. I seriously had a dream that George W Bush came over and slapped some tabs down on my kitchen counter and said "let's get juiced.". It was a sign to not get too fucked up
Remember that time you came over to my house and I was on the porch naked and eating peanut butter?
THE SUPER HOT BARTENDER WHO LOOKS LIKE RYAN GOSLING JUST WALKED IN. BUT HE DOESNT EVEN WALK HE GLIDES. LIKE AN ANGEL.
I am rewearing my dress from last night. I only wore it for like two hours before fucking. And I took it off first so no cock contact. This is my new standard of cleanliness.
Is that your mom climbing in your window dude
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