Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
she was definitely wearing a bumpit. i think it was the hollywood bumpit. i told her that i lived with my parents to get outta taking her home.
I twisted my ankle last night doing a super high five with 3 inch heels on.
this is two weekends in a row I've been the pantsless girl at the party. I love my social life.
There are two people having sex in one of the showers right now trying to silence their orgasm sounds and failing. Thank you coed bathrooms.
Professor took us out for drinks. She said if I ordered the 64oz "Call a Cab," she'd give me an A. I drank it in 5 minutes. A+?
the water pistols in the freezer are full of voddka.
You tried taking his shirt off at the bar. He was 37 and married with kids.
May or may not have just lost a contact hanging out Anthony's sunroof. Drunk. Hint: I can only see out of one eye right now.
I truly just stopped puking in my 730 am calculus class, looked up, corrected my professor, then resumed puking my eyes out. He was both impressed and disgusted.
Am I allowed to be in denial about being gay again? Or is that one of those things you can't do?
don't worry, i'm not mad. i'm just angry. and furious. and about to set your ass on fire.
No matter how long you've been away, there's nothing quite like pooping at your parents' house
I think the moment she woke up butt naked on a mattress with her phone still on her face was the point she knew last night was fucked up
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