so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
pissed the bed twice, first one side then rolled over , other side. boom.
if all i could do was poop and smoke weed, i'd be eternally happy
amen to that sister
It was like if Side-show Bob had a vagina for a mouth
only my mom would pack illegal paraphernalia in a care package..
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
She's a freak. I've got the scars to prove it.
I never thought to pass out in a hotel lobby rather then paying for a hotel room until you taught me that's acceptable at the Hilton
i had them turn on teen mom at the bar so i wouldnt be tempted to go home and make babies with the guy next to me
Passing out is my livers way of protecting my mind.
feelin groggy baby? need a coffee? vitamins? a nice good fuck on the piano?
I want to get back to junior year skinny- without all the drugs.
I mean metaphorically speaking, maybe we've all fucked on top of a frat house at some point in our lives
I'm a shining star this evening. Dancing with a cane in rite aid now. I should be kept under survaillance.
I HAD SEX WITH COLBY AND HIS FIVE YEAR PLAN IS TO STEAL A REALLY EXPENSIVE PAINTING AND ASKED ME IF ID BE INTO HELPING HIM AND I WOKE UP IN HIS BED TO A WOMANS TUBE TOP NEXT TO ME
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