i met him on craigslist. and no i'm not a hooker.
I have nothing to say, just wanted ur phone to vibrate
I woke up this morning and "The Wood" was on tv. Touche TBS, touche.
I shaved my legs finally. I am starting to remember what my skin feels like.
we can't become the bulimic house in the complex dude. Besides, you need teeth for your career.
the party was called freshmen disorientation. i was just following the theme
Should I be alarmed that you're a regular enough at a bar to show up in sweatpants?
oh, you know. just sitting in my bed high as fuck wearing a windbreaker and watching british tv.
Currently bleeding through my leggings. Not good. Not good at all.
Hospital.
I am invincible.
Somehow my drug dealer is stuck in my air-vent and now everything smells like patchouli, weed, deoderant and sweat.
When you're really drunk, Japanese toilets just have an unnecessary amount of buttons.
Look, all I'm saying is that you're going to be a great Vodka Mom.
I can always count on you to keep my boobs honest
when i woke up with rugburns on the tops of my feet, knees, and chin i was a little confused. and then i remembered i had sex with him in his friends walk in closet.
My apartment stinks of burning failure
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