so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
My mom just bought me $200 worth of booze on the condition that I promise I won't have to go to rehab eventually
her night didn't end so well, both of her boyfriends got arrested... together.
I'm at Home Depot to get supplies to fix the wall we cracked by fucking too hard against the bookshelf.
I love my boobs, they're the only thing that supports me. They make me a solid 6.
Dude just walked down the street literally wearing nothing but a small box around his waist carrying a case of beer. I want to live here for the rest of my life.
She spilled creme de menthe on her crotch and I told her she looked like a menstruating Vulcan (costume idea!). Obviously, I went home alone.
In that case, I'll try 2 find a date. But my options are AA friends or fuck buddies.
It's still to early in our relationship to tell her I was sleeping in my car
I tried to trade my phone for pizza last night. I guess I had priorities last night
We both know we're cheating on one another. But our side pieces aren't as kinky as us...so yeah, we're still together. This is a fucked up relationship.
I can say with absolute certainty the only time we ever had a civil conversation was when we agreed we both liked pizza.
There we go, I shall begin my attempt to achieve whore status today
Just used the pen i got in my signing ceremony to pack down my bowl. coach would be proud
Shut up. I hate you. We're doing shots tomorrow. Fuck the consequences.
Randomize
