I just came to the conclusion that the most depressing part of my day is when I have to put clothes on.
if i remember New Year's Eve then there is something seriously wrong.
got a scholarship and a hot psych teacher. hello spring 2010
Getting blown during the Cavs game doesn't make it any less depressing.
had to ask my 13 year old sister if she knew any dealers... she did. it's good to be home.
Just bought lingerie with the intention of wearing it as a shirt. It's going to be that kind of weekend.
when did my "fat clothes" just become my clothes...diet starts tomorrow
Well, love is in the air. And by that I mean: it seriously smells like sex in here.
I wonder if they have a "21st birthday" section in the hospital..
You passed out while holding my hair during a blow job.. i think your gona have to earn back blow jobs
Sorry about giving you those ripped gym shorts after my dog ate your pants, but after the awkard BJ incident I didn't plan on hearing from you again
I donkey kicked that mother fucker. Never stood a chance.
It was a door. A completely inanimate object, of course it didn't stand a chance you idiot.
I told you I missed you and you said you missed me as much as you miss a urinary tract infection. I get it. You're still mad.
The guy I'm talking to drunk texted me his essay last night and he asked me to revise it
I woke up at 3am, top off, with campus security telling me to get dressed. Tonight was a GOOD NIGHT
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