So this girl in my math class just went to the bathroom, tampon in hand, comes back with it still in her hand starts digging around in her purse, takes her thing of birthcontrol out, goes oh fuck, and downs the rest of the pills. Got to love college.
we were fucking and all I could think about is how my silly bands were glowing in the dark.
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
It's sad the highlight of the night was you didn't electrocute yourself again.
We're in ER. He's high on morphine and I'm drunk. Gonna score some bed pans for jello shots.
i cant answer while inside this church craft show. so unless you're outside with my engagement ring and a nonfat gingerbread latte, it'll have to wait.
she stopped traffic so I could crutch across the street. Clubbing while crippled and drunk is different.
I told him to keep his feelings in his pants because they're annoying and to just fuck me.
come home. I need you. I'm too hungover to deal with this hangover alone
Let's play the game let's see how long Kayla can be sober
I'm writing off my condom expenses in my taxes
Jk probs not coming. Tequila
I'm not sure why, but my salad smells like a Big Mac. Or maybe that's just the smell of yesterday's, seeping through my skin.
Also lets pinky promise right now that we will NOT play "Pony" outside of each other's rooms if we have a hook up over
ready for a night of bad decisions, horrible moral standards, and an unhealthy amount of illegal substances.
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