its not stalking. its research.
'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
i found literally half of a double sided dildo in my shower. i guess someone went home happy.
walkin home..,.jsut saw the cheshire cat
watch out for the queen of hearts
fuucck i forgot ab her
So the weirdest part of it all was he whispered in my ear "can i eat you out on your tredmill?" I dont find him attractive at all anymore
There is something depressing about eating toast in a dark living room by myself using a paper plate that says: "Let's Party!"
Sober me does NOT approve of what went on in my pants last night.
Looks like a took a video of myself beating off and passed out last night. I'm classy.
I am honestly trying to remember his name. All I can remember is that he had a weird mole, a daughter and a lot of cocaine. Please stop letting me pick up at gay night.
My roommates call me "Queen of the Skanks" I guess that means I've had a successful first month of college.
Lexi was drunk enough at 2pm to say "fuck tom brady and fuck you too" to literally every person at the store in Pats attire.
I just ordered cookies for delivery. My life is falling apart.
But how MUCH of an emergency? Like, should I go to the ER now, or can it wait until after the bar crawl?
Life lesson... stop having side pieces that know each other...ffs.
I'm both gender and math confused
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