am i at home because theres a dig starrrrring at me and i dont know wit plus i haer sirens. run fast.
idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
I threw up under water while wearing a hockey helmet last night. Awesome.
dude last night I threw my weed into my back yard. there is now a foot of snow. after an hour I found my weed. if I put that effort into school, i'd have a 4.0.
And on top of all this... he just told me to "chill my nips."
Oh and you pulled your pants down outside in front of like five people, held my hand, then peed.
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
Woke up with eyeliner streaked down my face, glitter all over my bed, and holding half-eaten Jimmy Johns. Plus, my whole family's downstairs for Thanksgiving... Welcome to the shitshow that is my early 20s
What's worse: not calling my parents in Dallas to make sure they're alright or not taking shelter to masturbate all over my douchebag roommates clothes?
I worry about you.
I'm getting shit face wasted, and I have to be up so early tomorrow. I am bad at smart.
You're an asshole. I don't want your dick as my background. I'll look like I have a thumb fetish.
I love 4am trips to the ER. I feel so responsible for actually making it all the way here.
I woke up to him "wax on, wax off"-ing my boobs. I just reminded myself that I love him and let it happen.
I woke up to a stripper (who added me on Facebook) messaging me reminding me to cancel my card if I can't find it
I'm not going to drink anymore, and on that note I'm not going to drink any less either, so I'll see you there. . .
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