and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
there is a priest convention in the hotel. i feel like god is laughing at me.
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
Making jello shots drunk, i apologize ahead of time if they are too strong Can't taste anything.
At one point, the guy you were fucking high-fived with the guy I was fucking. We should hang out with them again?
Sorry we're taking so long, this weed cake tastes amazing with Tabasco sauce on it.
every Thursday i draw one of my friends names out of a hat to choose who i will drunkenly text all weekend
passed out in the hallway last night, now I'm sitting down in the shower, eating lukewarm canned soup out of Tupperware, listening to Carly rae jepsen.. I had a rough night.
Also I've been at work for an hour and I've already been "honey"d "babe"d and "beautiful"d by three separate men. Apparently hungover with yesterdays make up looks good on me.
Girl in my public speaking class just gave a speech on weaves, God I love community college
I have a cat for love and a booty call for sex. What else could I need?
I'm not complaining, but why is it that every time I hang out with you I come home with random injuries and random girls?
Think of the things uve done in the past. And ask urself "have I done worse?" If u answer yes. Its perfectly ok.
Tonights mission: get trashed, smoke a bowl on top of the silo, get some dick. Not necessarily in that order.
I drank Dr. Pepper and instant breakfast mix together and threw up sober for the first time.
Randomize
