summer is not the time to consider going full bush.
I'm at the store buying plan b and vodka
the cocktail of hope
when the lights went off, all i could see was the glowing of the camera light in the closet... i got the fuck out of there so fast.
i dont even mind you always shaving my pubes when i pass out, i'm starting to find it liberating.
I've carried my liver for over 24 years. If it can't carry me for the next 24 hours than it deserves to be damaged.
Um of course I blew him. He brought me a shamrock shake. It was two o’clock in the morning on St. Patrick’s Day. There was no smoother move basically. He totally earned that head.
I beat my mom's friend's boyfriend in a vodka chugging competition. Our generation FTW.
First week back and I made to one class, its gonna be okay after all.
I keep looking at his nude pics and crying because ill never see it in person again.
It's fucking New Year's. I can be soberish in 2013 after tonight. It's like the 30 years of grey area between Jesus' birth and death.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
All I know is I drank too much, danced too little.. yet somehow woke up on the floor in the arms of some cowboy.
I'm so glad you haven't fallen off any more yachts
Some mornings I close deals. Other mornings I puke out my window while I’m driving down the highway
hey, so i dont know your name. but im guessing we had sex last night. seeing that you're in my phone as "had sex time thursty thursday guy"
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