At Bonnaroo. Just saw a couple emerge from a port-a-potty. Romantic?
honestly if we didnt hate the same people we would have a friendship based on nothing
i have essays due online every friday...im just going to write 'im hungover' for every one
I had a wet dream about my mom last night. words can't even begin to discribe how scarred I am. what. the. fuck.
The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted.
Someone just asked me if ur the girl that fell through the floor. I HAD to say yes.
we were walking and you spelled the word "oats" to prove you weren't drunk.
i was laying in her brothers bed, in his old room. and i kept getting the chills. i didn't know if it was a draft or the ghosts of BJ's past.
I need to do something profound in the next three and a half years so that when my kids ask what I did in my twenties I have something to say other than "made bad decisions"
I don't think it counts as a walk of shame when it's someone you've wanted for 4 years. That's mission accomplished.
It was his birthday this weekend. I had to carry him 6 blocks, in 3 inch heels. The entire time he was trying to molest me, eat my face, and try to stop every two feet to tie his shoe. He would light a cigarette, forget about it, almost burn everyone, throw it out, then decide he wanted to smoke. He kept repeating that he trusts me with his life.
...Wow...
I could be a kindergarten teacher
I was going to say I needed the exercise but now all I can think about is BJs
My work here is done
i chased my gummy vitamins with cold bacon, never say I don't take care of myself
I have vodka and 50 pizza rolls best spring break ever
Apparently I promised everyone at the party I'd partake in various winter sports with them..
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