i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
i have the juiciest gold medal in my pants
i don't know whats more disturbing, that his dog drooled directly into my mouth or that i was too drunk and tired to do anything except let it be there.
My boogers are black from last night. So that's either from all the colored hairspray or inhaling all of the tragedy from the party...
My dealer threw in a "freestyle rap" today with my purchase. I dont know if I can handle this relationship.
there is an extreme lack of margarita in my mouth.
OH MY GOD DO YOU REMEMBER WISHBONE? DO YOU REMEMBER THAT LITTLE BITCH? WHAT'S THE STORY WISHBONE
We fucked then made friendship bracelets, his mother taught him right!
Before he comes over remember the house standards. Ask yourself "will he stalk my sister or myself in the future?". If the answer is yes, then no, he isn't allowed.
I can't believe I came last night staring into my profile pictures eyes.
Turns out the bartender I fucked is the bar owner. WHY THE FUCK DO I PAY FOR HALF MY DRINKS? IS SEX NOT TIP ENOUGH?
Apparently chalking everything I've done these past 48 hours to the fact that it was homecoming, is like a "get out of jail free" card.
So apparently my mom hired someone who goes by "DJ Dog Dick" for the family christmas party?
Evidently I placed three booty calls at the same time...it was an ugly scene. I'm never getting that high again.
Right. He was like "I'll be here all night if I have to..." I was like "Well then, I'll have to call the cops..."
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