Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
Tried to buy Xanax from my boss last night. Wrong Mike.
since we're both too lazy to go to each others house, you drink there, i'll drink here and we'll skype. it's the same thing.
So when I got her home I realized being a lesbian again isn't like riding a bike...
you can't wake me up at 4am to suck your dick and then give me a high five at the bar
what kind of roommate is she really? she wouldn't even hold my hair back.
Also, just had a student offer to sell me Xanax. Want some? Just for like a rainy day. Or our memorial day shitshow. Or just another Wednesday night.
todays sighting is titled: Bum taking pictures with an invisible camera.
Oh hey. I left my beer there. Beer is more important than my pride. I want to pick that up.
I think that all guys are assholes, some of them just have less assholeish qualities that we accept in our lives and that we can look past enough to deal. They have to be a pretty special asshole.
The fact that we all screamed by Felicia to a bitch actually named Felicia will be a highlight of my life
She's like the sister I never had that I want to bang.
I'm over being sad. I'm now onto thinking about all the ways in which he is a total fuckwaste
I feel like my life just hangs in the balance of "Yeah I'm probably not doing this right"
we've never stayed at a party for more than an hour. we always end up at a pizzaria. by ourselves. with no friends.
what else are best friends for?
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