this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
just prayed to lady gaga in hopes it will help me pass my fashion merchandising final...what is my life?
how much land on farmville do you have now? i sold all my shit to make room i need more money... these animals need to know I'm running a business not a charity.
no, didnt close...
What?! she made the first move and invited you back to her place. thats like striking out in t-ball pathetic...
So...i'm having a drinking contest, my right hand vs my left, i have a feeling the 24 pack is gonna win
Slept on the counter again. Mom covered me in an apron.
full cup flip cup was not exactly the reason I wanted to tell the cops when I was sleeping on the curb
It seems like every guy I've hooked up with all end up hanging out together, its like a cult.
You're fine
I'm hiding in my chest because my walls smell weird. I'm not fine.
Fine line between drunken accidental sleepover with your best friend's lab partner and gay sexathon. I did a cartwheel over that line. A CARTWHEEL THAT LANDED IN HIS LAP
The album on my phone containing gross pictures to send when boys ask for nudes is now substantially larger than my normal photo album. Because I send one every night
My legacy here is being that tiny blonde girl that threw someone down and shouted "Fuck your face, I'm Dee Dee Ramone."
When I go to hand him the blunt and he's eating a cookie and responds with "let me hit this cookie"
You still owe me one bodily function mess clean up.
You pee on the floor one time and you never hear the end of it...
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