Holy wow, I found all the old poems u wrote me back when we were in looooooooove...just sort of wild to look back on, thought u'd like that
love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
who cares. he's ugly and has a dick this big -->
He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
Either I get my picture taken sitting on a fuckin pony, or I'm not coming.
I dont even clean my room anymore .. i drunk proof it for when i come back smashed with a guy
whatever. i don't care. i just want to be drunk wrapped in an american flag.
I went online and donated $30 to his walk-a-thon as a "sorry I puked in your bed last night"
My shoe was in my mailbox this morning. I can't stay sober today.
I cannot believe this. A potential 2016 Olympiad wants my vag. To which I respond "GO FOR THE GOLD"
you have to be that girl in the audience holding up the sign that says i fucked the shit out of you
TONIGHT IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING BLAST. EVEN IF I HAVE TO SET OFF A BUNCH OF FIREWORKS IN YOUR KITCHEN.
I'm so high. Midnight pancake breakfast in bed
I've realized that I'm going to have to wake and bake every morning to make it through the summer without killing someone. This is ridiculous.
Then again, he has huge mansions.
*manboobs.
He somehow always manages to get me naked within 5 minutes of being together. It's like fucking witchcraft.
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