Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
i felt like the dude nobody likes from the mikes hard lemonade commercial
You guys need to stop introducing me as "the girl you shared"
I just want you to know I tipped the cab driver $10 last night because I felt bad that he didn't have healthcare.
This is worse that I thought. He's playing violin for me.
Well if he truly loves me he will just have to accept my flaws. And that includes a tequila dependency and borderline lesbianism.
Someone was asleep on the couch next to us and woke up. We paused and he yelled "gentlemen, behold! Sex!"
You don't have anything to lose--we've established that he's not going to murder you and he smells good.
We can just chill or day drink or smoke or watch law and order marathon or play just dance 4 or watch a movie or go to the movies or play hide and seek or hug, so many options
I threw up in the darkest corner of the bar last night, then watched 2 girls freak out in disgust after walking through it. I then realised I puked on the dancefloor, took a picture and proceeded to send it to my mom.
It takes a special kind of Adderall to make me go to the hardware store, buy paint, and paint tiny polka-dots on all four of my bedroom walls.
Aaaand the winner of the worst decision of Sunday night goes to me as I pull up to his house in my lingerie.
She leaned in close to me, made eye contact, and seriously whispered "I will eat your soul with bacon bits." I want whatever drug she was on.
got the runs at the club last night. wondering when it'll be safe to show my face again.
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