My room smells like vodka and shame
Stoned at DSW. SO MANY SHOES! THEY'RE FREAKING ME OUT.
grinding to god bless the USA? really?
shut up
You flung your panties at that guy you liked with an accuracy that I have never seen before.
Buying $100 worth of beef jerkey sounded like a terrific idea last night.
He just pushed one of his testicles up into his stomach and called himself lance armstrong. I can't make this shit up.
He just climbed off me and used my hairspray to fix his hair. If he hadn't just gone down on me I would think he's gay.
I feel like a blind man at a water park. Every step has the potential to be either fatal or lead to accidental, but totally enjoyable, sex.
This must be what defeat feels like to Tom Brady today. I bet he wishes he could barf up all of his bad decisions from yesterday, too.
Honestly I think at this point I purposefully schedule nothing on Sundays anymore so I can spend all day wallowing in my shame.
I just want to fall into a pit of xannies and eat my way out.
Just fat and dog and sweat all over the bed. All night long.
You tried to ride his dick and fell off. Then tried to ride the floor. That's why he hasn't called back
I don't think I've ever been sadder than the way I feel when I finish my meal while I'm high
PS: bike ride of shame at 7am includes riding by kids waiting for the school bus #classy
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