so evidently yelling "gay" everytime your bf tells you how he feels is cause for breakup. news to me
we'll hang out once this whole, "your friends are robbers and drug addicts" thing blows over with my parents.
never let anyone you met on skype borrow your car. lesson learned.
And as you crawled into the bathroom last night you repeatedly said "I know the routine".
we flagged you as soon as you tried to put the lime in the microwave to prove it was really a kiwi. again.
I'm questioning the dried chocolate syrup on my tits.
Questioning the dried heart shaped nutella on my boobs. Valentines day has begun.
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
Sometimes you just need a break, and sometimes you also need to get stoned on these breaks. I sound like some kind of fucked up mr rogers when I say shit like that.
I blacked out for most of the day but apparently I still met with my prof. I made notes...
Just streaked campus for a bottle of patron...maybe you're right...I might have a drinking problem...
Your life is one shit show away from being a lifetime movie.
I STILL HAVE A HARD TIME DECIDING WHAT TO WEAR IN THE MORNING HOW WOULD IT BE POSSIBLE FOR ME TO PICK A PAIR OF PANTS AND GO OH ILL JUST WEAR THESE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
too bad I'd hit a car before I'd hit a bush.
Are we talking about jumping from windows or your willingness to fuck a car instead of a woman?
yeah, i thought because of the nature of his job he would have been better at it, but i guess there's a difference between a bagpipe and vagina
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