It is pretty awful out and I still haven't put on pants yet.
i felt like cinderella. except at midnight i turned back into a whore.
It's gotten to the point where NOT peeing in the sink feels strange and uncomfortable.
I woke up to blood crusted on my face. I don't understand
team rage. no explanation necessary
she walked in on me snorting my prozac. there was no way to convince her i was doing a good thing.
currently shading my boobs to make it look like i have mass cleavage...thanks art school
Finished my senior thesis. How am I celebrating you ask? By drinking gas station white zif out of an empty candle holder by myself. I fucking deserve to graduate.
Pretty sure the cab driver can even smell the sex coming from between my legs
Finals week...the biggest cock block since your brother threatened me with a beer bottle at the bar.
Oh shit. My drunken car sex is on Google Earth.
Here is your half hour reminder. Meet you at emergency room.
Killing two birds with one stone tonight: mastrabation meditation. Win win.
I told him to send me a dick snap for my birthday. To personalize it, he drew a candle coming out of the tip of it so I could blow it out.
I smell like playdoh, sex, and ruined lives. I love the weekend
What the fuck happened last night.... I woke up with a bowl half full of ravioli next to my head, reversed on my bed still fully clothed.....
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