Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
Grilled cheese is the best thing. ever. better than boys, and alcohol, and sex, and chocolate, and money. But not really the last two.
i wanted to be an indian when i was a child. apparently you cannot grow up to be an indian.
do you think my med school application would be worse off if "I like helping others and shit" slipped into an essay I emailed last night?
we found him in the shower with a bottle of jose saying "this is Mexico's fault"
My therapist told me it was ok for me to "take risks" now. Cue the hookers and blow.
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
It's one of those mornings when I woke up thinking that i really shouldn't have hooked up with my ex boyfriend's girlfriend just to prove a point.
In other news, someone I've had sex with won jeopardy last night.
If i want her back i know all i have to do is sleep with a specific handful of her closest friends. That method is tried and true.
I am in his childhood bedroom and I feel like his trophies are applauding me and his stuffed bunny is disgusted with me. Did you know he was a mathlete?
I'm ok. I've got the pantsless-with-dignity thing down pat
You know it was a good night when you're lying on the couch in your pjs at 4pm having a pitcher of ice water for breakfast.
It's gonna be me and some oreos tonight. Basically like sex
My bed smells like the plague
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