I came back to the apartment and he was waiting for me, covered in mustard.
needless to say I left
remember the good old days of high school when a half gal would last for more than a nite
my mom just asked me about sexting and if I have ever sent a naked picture to anyone. i fucking hate fox news.
I totally cried the whole time and then screamed out my new therapists name....
Yeah, clearly. And then we can float around my room on Christmas themed inner tubes. And drink, I guess.
Walked into my campus store carrying a pitcher of sangria. No fucks given. Also this recipe is banging.
Yes she scared me. She had NIPPLE CLAMPS ATTACHED TO A STUN GUN.
Whenever we go out my brain flips on autopilot, straight to blackout.
Just dodged a state trooper, your weed will be there shortly. Fear the unbustable!
My manager just held my hair while I threw up in a dumpster. New low.
how come you came home with "Amanda owns this" written on your forhead
You were silly, high, and chewing on things.
I'm sure as hell not getting hoodwinked into going back to rehab again
i feel as though me waking up and asking her if i went to the hospital was a sign that i was not okay
Life should not be this hard with a dick this big.
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