its not stalking. its research.
This just in: Jon Gosselin's address-The Alexandra. I bet if we showed up he'd date us.
if I could go back to kindergarten and not fuck up my life, I so would.
i'm watching the tyra show: "women who beat up their boyfriends" - lets see how she can make THIS one all about herself too.
At the same time. Hot men feeding me brownies. In between rounds of sex.
You were running around drunk in a Toga chasing the frat's Husky. Of course they remember you.
When he gets asked "is it in?" more than his name you arent missing out on much more than a petite tampon.
Here's a tip. Don't party with someone that needs sexual attention. Drinking and sexual attention don't mesh well in the morning. Especially over a bowl of Cheerios.
I need Jameson.
Yea? How do you think I feel? Your job during the delivery is to keep that flask ready. The moment our kid pops out, I'm taking a shot.
A nap. You broke your hand napping in Vegas.
When you're a bigshot ER surgeon and I'm a starving artist, I want you to remember who held your hair last night.
This morning was so rough I can't even. I was cutting up vegetables for my omelet on the floor. THE FLOOR. I sat on the floor because I felt like I was gonna vom.
Sean slept in the bushes beside my house again. Any reason he kept screaming/slurring 'it was all a bunch of goddamn lies' through out the night?
NO. NONE OF THAT. SHAME ON YOU.
There's a weed, money and oreo filled pinata promised for our party.
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