I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
The walk of shame isn't so shameful when you do it in a stolen, autographed Favre jersey.
you started whispering 'the itsy bitsy spider' while you were putting your hands up my shorts.
I'm actually agreeing with glenn beck. What the FUCK was in that margarita?!
I asked you if you needed a ride and you kept saying "no, my name is katelyn"
I've actually, minus lsat night have actually changed my drinking habits
hotboxing with the ex-bf's two most recent hookups. they just realized they're eskimo sisters with his best friend. this is what happens when I come home for Christmas.
Need to spend sober time with him while fully clothed. I can't decide if he's a seriously amazing man or a complete fucking dickbag.
This is me not judging you for what a fine line you draw between the two.
me + whiskey = a bad person
I was going to say "wearing plaid doesn't make you gay, I wear plaid!" but then... heavy sigh
Playing Cards Against Humanity with my relatives at Christmas while I'm stoned was a bad idea...
You've slept with someone mentioned in the NY Times, that officially makes you the most famous person I know.
Yep. The ghost of my sex life is in your house.
I don't trust my subconscious. It sleeps with my exboyfriend sometimes.
on a scale from 1 to "can't put a toothbrush in your mouth without gagging" how hungover are you?
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