just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
sitting in room practicing taking shots. has my life come to this?
Like if I don't roll around in my puke, the night will be a failure.
ughh I puked about 4 times on metro, no one seems to like the cool design I made on my shirt
Smoked a topless bowl this morning. For International Women's Day. Quite liberating.
she was trying to use her iTranslate app while we were having sex.
These welts and bruises from letting gay boys whip my thighs last night are a clear indication i should lay off the tequila.
I'm going home because your Crackraptor step-brother tried getting his nasty meat hawks in my pants last night.
multitasking: i'm now sitting up and smoking my joint.
he wouldnt let me in bed until i took off all the stickers i was covered in
You kept asking us from the backseat if you were driving ok and then you kept talking to your hiccups and yelling at them to "stop it already!"
dude, I felt like being high in a Santa hat and eating five boxes of cookies was right for today.
She has also never texted me first which I think might be a tell-tale sign she wants me to die alone.
I know I drink too much cuz "ssssjllapph peneinssesss" automatically comes up in my phone now.
You don't need yoga. You need a boyfriend! Trust me I've become all sorts of flexible this past year.
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