just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
i just made out with my boyfriends father...and so did jess
you know you're not getting laid when you start breaking awkward silences with quotes from Robot Chicken
her fupa was seducing me. this is the last time i'm doing shrooms.
The only good thing about trampolines when you're fucked up is the gushing blood really cleans all the bad coke out of your nose.
i put that paper plate back in your cabinet because i ate all the ketchup off and you can't even tell. you're welcome.
We made a water bong out of a wine bottle... Being an architect major finally payed off.
I know everybody has skeletons in their closet but why are all of mine so slutty?
Also, I guess I made friends with the guy who caught me peeing behind a bush.
That's what my new years consisted of. Consoling heartbroken girls and having people throw up in my hands.
View of Vancouver Bay is obscured though the greasy hand prints from fucking against the window. Tip maid well.
my one night stand just gave me money "to buy a better vibrator" tis the season
my birth father cheated on his wife with my birth mother. it's literally in my blood to be a home wrecker.
I remember 2 things. 1. Hanging through the window. 2. And she needing a bucket to puke in. That’s all. I have no other memory.
I woke up to find I still had sequins under my tits. I'd say Sunday was a success.
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