i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
i woke up and my collection of plastic neon wayfarers were half-melted in the microwave. my drunk self hates my hipster self
I didn't want to talk to him so I just started telling him how important Jesus was to me
Do you think the Slutcracker will use the original score? I'll be so sad if they don't.
The problem with never associating with your roommate is that you never know if they're dead in their room with the door closed or just gone for the weekend...I sprayed some febreeze just in case.
No, she isn't nearly as crazy as the girl who wanted to wear a vial of my semen as a necklace.
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
Come make me food. I feel like if I go in the kitchen I will just get Gin.. and pass out in there.
I found his belly button lint in my hair. Can't say it was worth it.
Dude if her licking my face hammered isn't love I don't really want to know what love is.
Thats Poetry
Ran into him again last night, stole his glowstick and walked away. The glowstick mountain in my room keeps growing.
It's amazing what a couple of orgasms can do for a girls demeanor.
Currently googling hangover cures, which looks a lot like working from the perspective of my boss.
I woke up on the green space outside our dorm cradling a watermelon and sucking my thumb. College is crazy man.
As a paramedic, it's completely unacceptable to black out on a monday. I cant handle 3 dollar shot night.
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