There was a fist fight in my basement last night at four in the morning, in case you were wondering
Uggggg i want to leave and get bombed over baghdad
I can't believe I'm wasting this thong on a guy in a sweater vest.
swears the blind dude on this train is faking. Every day he stumbles and falls into a different girl's lap and then has to grab her tits to steady himself.
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
on toilet. in drag. drinking coffee vodka. I regret nothing.
i'm gonna need a rally to restore sobriety after this weekend...
I honestly didn't see the problem playing beer pong In the car on the road trip home.
I hate that he uses me for something other than sex. What does he think I am? His girlfriend? Ha.
Oh my god I peed in a park last night and then tried to set off fireworks with a group of middle-aged men
I realized I was totally the dude in that hook up. I came first and didn't wanna help him finish. And he had paisley sheets.
God is tempting me with everything tonight. Brownies and dick, mostly.
Im showing up stoned and in sweatpants. Because that is where im at in life right now. Sorry not sorry.
I feel like I got run over by a steamroller made of cigarettes and booze driven by all of the men I've slept with.
I've started recycling nudes. Why should I take new pictures for every single man?
Randomize
