Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
If the pens lose tonight I'm gonna drive to Detroit and burn 8 mile to the ground.
Actually I may do that regardless. Probably get my own holiday.
You just kept yelling at the cabby "I own this cab" and insisted on smoking with all the windows up
im almost positive that in mid thrust she told me she was pro choice
I literally just wrote "I'm sorry" in my blue book, got up and walked out
Jordan and I are drunk and barred out at the liquor store sitting in the awesome $70 Corona bench bargaining with the owner for a lower price, all while passing the Belvedere bottle between the two of us. Real life. College has down this.
She's posted my bail. Twice. Of course I'm going to be her wing girl.
Had a dream I beat up niall then madeout with him while snorting coke out of a dragons egg
My vag hurts but I feel vindicated
That is an interesting emotion combo
I'm back in the dating scene now... Since the legality issue calmed down. And my stalking charges were dropped.
That girl definitely just ate a hot dog and stared straight in to my eyes.
Today was brought to you by the letter B for beer and bourbon and the number fuck you I'm meant to be studying not hungover
I know him enough to fuck him but not enough to give him advice.
She threw my purse across the room almost broke a lamp and this all started bc she forgot what an air mattress was
Seriously considering taking a nap at lunchtime in my car. That. Hung. Over.
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