My mom came into my room and told me to flip off the tv. I gave it the middle finger. Note to self: STOP SMOKING THIS SHIT
we were holding hands throwing up into the same garbage can; if thats not true love i dont know what is .
They were so slutty we had to play "rarely have I ever."
he'll be my respectable boyfriend for tksgiving and i'll be his non-slutty girlfriend for christmas.
and then ....
he stays my gay friend and my parents think i'm not a slut.
got woken up at 7:30 by a drunk girl asking me where she was... apparently she slept on my futon
she was in a cheetah costume
i have achieved a new state of being which requires no food or water but is sustained only by coffee and pure, unrelenting rage
My morning started with my mom giving me the number for a substance abuse councellor. How's your day going?
I imagine it like the scene in Sorceror's Stone, but instead of flying keys, it's flying dicks.
That is a dream.
Will you skip merrily into hell with me?
Drunk level: ugly crying in the bar upon discovery of sweet tarts and not smarties.
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
I woke up in the bathtub with money shoved down my pants. I must've done something right.
Is it bad that whip cream tastes like sex to me?
party at the soccer house. crumbs in my sexy panties. can't. put. pieces. together.
Don’t get me wrong—I love silver and bracelets—but handcuffs are not a good look on me…
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