Let's make love on the newspapers that declare financial doomsday
he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
I didn't join FB to see my only child straddle that boy in all her pictures.
Being college poor has reached a new low. I am giving up on masturbating so i can save money on toilet paper
There's a big hole in the wall at the dining hall. I hope we didn't do
Woke up and there was a kayak in the pool. Are you alive?
You fucked a stripper on your sisters friends blow up mattress. The least you could do is wash the sheets.
Yep. It's going to be us, strippers, and drag queens.
A glittery, gay, heavily makeuped, scantily dressed clusterfuck.
So note to self oboe reeds soaked in Apple Rubinoff sound GREAT.
As long as he continues to be our subleaser and continues to fuck me, I think it's acceptable for me to steal a piece of bread here and there.
Like pizza and mermaids make up about 1/3 of my thoughts on the weekends.
It's a family event: you have to drink. No way around it. Its the law.
I have a whole new respect for her. She chugged half a bottle of jack daniels, and then peed all over his wall. Serves him right.
I want to disappear from this job like a fart in the wind.💨
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