I woke up this AM and all of my clothes i wore last night are gone. Instead i am dressed in air jordans, boxers, cargo shorts, and an Affliction t-shirt. the part that upsets me most is that i was with a guy who wears Affliction t-shirts.
Maybe if i eat something filling like whole wheat pasta it will make me less hungry for things like dick
i just heard a guy call his kid "Google" in a way that leads me to believe that's his name. this day couldn't get worse.
I bought a nasal spray, my nose needs to be in order by the weekend
he's werid. hell kiss me after i go down on him but he wont kiss me after i eat anything with mustard.
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
Whoever I saved in my phone as "Jackpot" last night has your keys.
I'be color coordinated the clothes in my closet and my underwear drawer. I'm like an advertisement for house arrest. Help.
You'd think somebody who rolls blunts like jesus himself could roll a god damn burrito
I really have a thing for Greek chicks; I feel like while we are having sex she has the ability to make hummus which is just too appealing for me to pass up.
I did a kegel this morning to determine if I had been penetrated during last night's blackout. Nope.
I tried to put my heels in the coat check
I think I'm still high. And I definitely still smell like lobster, so there's that
I think I'm just gonna exercise my lungs and fingers. With bong hits and crochet. BECAUSE I AM A REAPONSIBLE ADULT DAMMIT!!
Would you say that skipping class and sitting alone in my room singing One Direction to myself and sobbing is an acceptable way to deal with the break-up
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