i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
i think i have herpe
just one?
so I smoked with the leasing agent of the apartment complex. Of corse I am going to take this one
The only good thing about trampolines when you're fucked up is the gushing blood really cleans all the bad coke out of your nose.
You brought out the iron board layed it on the ground in the middle of everyone and passed out for the night
because you can't take the autistic girl you're babysitting on a blunt ride.
me and my mom are sitting in the bank parking lot drying my beer soaked check with the heat... the whole car smells like heinekin and I'm trying to convince her I don't need a.a.
Next time when I try to seductively eat onion rings while drunk remind me of tonight.
Spent the entire ride home from downtown trying to convince designated dawgs to drop us off at waffle house instead of our apartment. i told them it was my house...they didn't buy it.
Trying to figure out when's a good time to take acid and not tell anyone and see how long it takes people to notice
i vomited out of my nose in three different houses so far, i will be back for my boots tomorrow
Using the random money I found in my bra from Halloween to pay to print my bio notes. I only brought a debit to the bar. College win.
They've taken all the lighthearted fun out of S&M.
I just sat watching friends in the bathtub by candlelight...nights like this make me wonder if I ever want to be in a relationship again
It's barely past noon, how am I already talking about double penetration
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