Spent the last thirty minutes staring at the wall with Leah. It's definitly moving
stripped for him at 3am on my childhood playground and used the swing set as a pole.
For once I'd like to have a Taco Sunday without having some random drunk chick flee my house half naked and in tears.
Please tell me that text was part of your elaborate Brett Favre costume; otherwise, dude, wtf?
i'm about to rub a glazed donut on my face just so it feels like you're here
If you would give me the chance we might have the two separate pieces of the greatest fuck puzzle ever.
Whatever you gave me is making me lactate
Potato salad is not cupcake ingredient
Smoked Hookah in the playhouse last night. Childhood was so fun.
He got kicked out 3 times. I have no idea how he kept getting back in. I saw him walking on the highway the next morning.
It was over as soon as he asked if he could name my vagina pancake.
im just laying in bed, eating, getting fat, enjoying eating and getting fat, thinking about how i will probably have to get a fat boyfriend.
Using my graduation announcement box as a table to roll a blunt on. I've official stopped giving a shit about senior year
HEY JUST FOUND A SHIT TON OF MONEY IN THE PURSE HE SENT BRB GONNA GO BUY ME SOME MALE STRIPPERS AND BATHE IN THESE TWENTY DOLLAR BILLS
I shouldn't have that kind of responsibility when the prospect of being high is readily available. All I could do was hula hoop and smoke cigarettes last night. My remembrance of anything important was out the window.